I’m standing by a bus stop in Kansas City wearing only my tank top and juicy pants. It’s November and freezing cold. It has been raining constantly the last two days. Since we’ve been walking outside for at least 30 minutes in the heavy rain, I’m as wet you can be. All through. My skin has goose bumps and I’m shivering. There’s no idea wearing my t-shirt or cardigan, they’re wet all through too. I look around. I’m in Kansas City, Missouri, in the middle of America with a bunch of people I’ve never met before.
What the f am I doing here?
Sometimes I get those moments.