Wheelchair Access

I don’t use a wheelchair. I can walk, and it’s pretty much the only exercise I’m doing. The only place in which I shamelessly ask for a wheelchair is the airport. Airports are usually big and require a lot of walk, focus and calm. I also can’t stand in the long lines leading to every step of the checking and security process.

So they wheel me around, and it’s always weird. I flew with my aunt to New York a while ago, and one of the only images I remember from the airport itself is me sitting, being driven around, while she walks with a trolley and a suitcase in each hand. We’re moving past the different lines. And at some point I realize: the next time I’ll get up from the chair, it’s to move to the one on the plane. We’re about to fly!