Today I drove to work. The feeling of freedom and strangeness hit when I was leaving the house by myself. I haven’t done that in six months. Today, I left on my own schedule. I transferred from my wheelchair into the trunk of my car, I pulled my wheelchair in after me, and then scooted to the front seat of my car. I drove to work, then exited out of the trunk. I must be a pretty interesting sight, with my system of slings and biners necessary to open and close the trunk from inside the car. But everything worked without a hitch. My brain is reeling at the possibilities, now, of places I can go and things I can do. A feeling we take for granted when solidly into our adulthood.