Escape

I love the hustle and bustle of the airport. It heightens my senses and ignites a sense of excitement in me. In just a couple hours, I can be in a brand new world; somewhere that I can explore, somewhere that has a different sound and rhythm, somewhere I can be the me I want to be and not the me I have to be.

As I write this, I am on a plane headed to Alabama. A friend of mine asked me If I was going for work or vacation. I told her that this was vacation, but now that I think about it, that’s not quite accurate. This trip is not what I would consider a vacation. This is more of an escape. I have been in dire need to get away from my life for awhile, even if that “awhile” was just a couple days. This summer has been pretty hellacious for me. Lupus took ahold of me like it had something to prove and wouldn’t let go. It was absolutely horrible. Then my body decided to present me with new challenges that left me thinking that there was something wrong with my lady parts and that I might have yet another autoimmune disease.

My dog, Matilda, had a few health crises of her own. She’s battled, correction, I’ve battled with her incontinence for a few years now. She goes through spurts where she just can’t hold it for more than a couple of hours. We went through a couple of those times this summer. She also came down with a terrible urinary tract infection that just wouldn’t go away. There was a stretch that we were both taking prednisone. It was a truly crazy summer, not easily forgotten, but I’m trying to leave it all behind me as this plane ascends.

I’m off to be the truest me I can be for a few days. I’ve already caught myself flirting with a very handsome member of the flight crew. That’s not something I would normally do, so I
guess the escape has already begun.

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