I have spent the last several months in an absolute state of uncertainty. My stomach rests in knots on the best of days. The only time I feel a sense of control is walking. I allow myself to sink into the tap tapping of my feet on the pavement, the surety of the concrete under my heels, toes, heel, toe. I feel like I’m gliding, the ground as my guide, my body a mere vessel for the journey this city is going to take me on.
Where will it take me next?