Things you don’t think about. unless you’re me.

It’s currently 3 am and I’m sitting alone in an airport in Huston, Texas. I’d like to start this post by saying Texas is just too fucking big! Because I actually know people in Texas but because of the unreasonable size of this state, they are all too far away to be sitting with me in this airport at 3 am. Okay. That has been said. Texas, too fucking big! Blind girl moments are numerous when you’re traveling on your own. In some ways this is a very good experience for me because I have to be out spoken to get where I need to go. I have to have plans and back up plans in case my plans are forced to change. Here is a very good example. If your gate changes for you’re flight you get up and walk there. If my gate changes for a flight I have to figure out how to get the attention of an airport assistant to walk with me there. Now that may not even sound too complicated. But if you can’t see, how do you find airport assistance? It’s an invaulved listening process. You find who is talking. You listen long enough to pick out the professional. You listen to find the obstacles between yourself and the professional you have just a stablished. This is all very complicated. Okay you found the professional. You have an idea of where to walk. You really hope there isn’t some really quiet person between yourself and that professional. If there is you are going to hit them with your cane. “Sorry.” You made it to the counter. Hit those quiet people on your way. Okay gate change handled. Wasn’t that harder than you thought? Now here’s another one for you. You’re thirsty. You truly need coffee. You finally asked a very helpful person to get you starbucks. The listening process again. Who is talking! Where are they? Who of the talking people are most likely to say yes and bring your coffee back to you? Okay found them. Walked over to them. “So sorry quiet people.” Hit them again. Super helpful nice stranger brought your drink back to you. You got your coffee. Now you drank it. You have to pee. Really, really, really bad. What do you do? I have no idea. I haven’t figured that one out yet. That is just sad. So here is the travel blind girl moment. Airports are doable. Flying is my favorite way to get to the people I need to see actually because I can pay for it and manage it on my own. But having to pee in an airport as a blind girl alone sucks a lot. Didn’t you need to know that?