I think this is the second time I‘ve talked about this on this app but in 2016, i was almost at the site of the Brussels airport bombing. It killed 35 people and the only reason I wasn’t there was that I saw a beautiful old woman drinking her bright red orange juice outside in the early fog of Ghent and I missed my train by 30 seconds because I stopped to see the color.
When I survived, I knew I had to come back to the US and transition. For weeks afterwards, transportation in the region was a mess. I first heard this song during that time and it’s haunted me since:
“Maybe tomorrow honey / some place down the line, I’ll wake up older / so much older, mama / I’ll wake up older and I’ll just stop all my trying.”
