Big Apple

The thing that makes traveling alone difficult for me is not the isolation.  Being alone for a few days is not a problem.  The problem is the vulnerability, the sense of being at someone else's mercy.  When there is someone else to wait for you while you are randomly selected to win a free body scan with a side order of sarcasm, the vulnerability seems temporary and survivable.  When I do it alone I feel overwhelmed and must remind myself to not to hold my breath.  I taste blood from biting my lip.


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