Get out of the Car
I have a weird relationship with cars. Cars feel safe to me. To me a car is a contained space, with door locks, temperature controls, whatever music I want to listen to, even a sunroof for a beautiful day. Windows that roll up and down, the opportunity to interact with the outside world, but under my control, my push of the button, my choice. My mom drove us around from school to activities to sports when I was a child. In between school and gymnastics, mom would park the car, and we would catch a quick nap before I went into the gym and practiced gymnastics with as much effort as I could muster for 4 hours. When I started driving, I would catch a nap in my car before gymnastics practice. I've spent a lot of time driving in various cars - with and without friends and family, in and out and through different states. In Haiti, I didn't have a vehicle to drive for the first 7 months I lived there. I was dependent on my Haitian brothers to drive me places. I was stripped o