I wait for my body to say, “No, this was a trick. It’s not real. You don’t deserve this.” But it’s not saying that. Not yet at least. It’s saying, “I want to go. I want to live. I’ve been waiting so long.” It says, “Let’s see Scotland and London and Paris. Let’s walk on distant islands and explore mountains and see the things that I can’t quite imagine really exist because I never thought it would be possible to see them.” But maybe, a little voice inside my head whispers, maybe it’s possible.
