Three States Of Being
Last Thursday I took a plane trip from Houston, where I currently live, to Cincinnati. I lived in Cincinnati for 18 years.
When I woke up Thursday, I was with my wife at home. I was in my most familiar surroundings. I could come and go as I pleased.
Later, on the airplane, I was with strangers. I literally had no idea where I was at any given moment. When I looked out the window, what I saw for the most part was clouds. I was trapped on the plane until it landed.
In Cincinnati, I was not at home but I was somewhere I knew well. I was with friends and family, but as a guest rather than a resident. I was welcome, but I still had to go by other people’s rules.
Being in Cincinnati was in between waking up at home and flying on an airplane.
You could say that I had three states of being last Thursday.
