In Between

One month from now, I will be in flight. The 14th of March will put me in between worlds. I’ll be perched on the border between countries, dates, times, and lives. I expect to feel like no less (and no more) than an astronaut. 36 hours is a serious long time to be in space without leg room or proper lumbar support.

But right now I feel fully supported. I’m sleeping on an inflatable mattress in a bomb-proof basement apartment dug out of the planet Earth amid amber waves of Midwestern grain. I don’t think I imagined it would be this hard to leave Bloomington. It’s a thing I think about all the time.