suspended

I used to dread the time I spent traveling. I felt as if life was moving without me while I was suspended in transit hovering thousands of miles above the earth. I wasn't making an impression on the world and I was completely cut off from everything. I couldn't help but wonder what was happening below me and wishing I was apart of it.

Now it's that suspension that I crave - for my cell phone not to ring, to not receive an email, to not be interrupted. The time I spend on a weekly basis flying between Chicago and New York is comparative to a sigh. It's an exhale from everyone and everything.

Give me a cramped airplane seat and my iPod. Give me a single serving friend in the aisle seat to my left.

[sigh]