Today was my first excursion on my own.
We fantasized when life would be normal again.
My first victory was walking to the bus, something that I didn't have the strength to do even a couple of months ago. I allowed 45 minutes BUT it only took 15. As I reached the bus stop, a bus pulled up meaning I needed to kill an hour until I met my family member of choice, someone I also call my French daughter and love dearly, for lunch at the UN where she has worked since the beginning of the year having transferred from New York..
I decided to take the Carouge Tram and snapped photos of grafetti and some art work.
Then it was time to meet with her. The guards checked me out and then we had a chance to chat in a way that we couldn't for a long time. It has been wonderful visiting with her, but this was the first time in years it has been one on one.
We took a walk thru gardens. Lovely sculptures, but I only snapped one.
For months I've been dreaming of normal.
Today was normal.
I did it.