It’s dangerous traveling alone.
Before the holidays, I was on a business trip and waited in a large room before heading into customs. My flight was one of the first to take off in the early morning and customs was not yet open. It was merely a matter of minutes before the floodgates opened and we could continue on our journey, when, to my left, those dreaded words every single traveling person dreads to hear:
Can you move over so we can sit together?
Read MoreI believe, for reasons based on experience, that we are always three degrees away from an outbreak of chaos.
Arriving home from the airport after a long day of travel, I went to unlock my apartment door when I glanced across the hall. There was police tape across the lock and door handle. I looked around the empty hallway, but nothing else seemed out of place.
Read MoreRoutine business plane trip. A trip I’ve done many times before. Straight shot, no connections. Get on at my end, get off and get to work on the other.
I’ve been on my share of planes, so during the safety announcements, it didn’t alarm or surprise me when they included the cheery warning - at some point we might experience turbulence. Like, we’re flying through the air in what amounts to - when taken into consideration the larger scheme of things - a tin can. To me, turbulence is pretty much a given, rather than the exception.
Read MoreA few weeks ago, I went to a panel event at a house. It’s not just any house, it’s a place that is intentionally trying to build a community around it. They’re hosted music events, parties, and of course, Stories We Don’t Tell several times. I really like this house, and feel I can walk into an event there alone and be fairly confident I’ll know at least a few people there. Not many places where I feel that level of confidence.
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