One of the things in the loss column was sitting by the window. I had always preferred a window seat to an aisle seat but my disability forbade it. I simply didn’t have the ability to make my way down between the rows of seats and get into that seat. Couldn’t do it. So, I adapted, I sat on the aisle. I was good with it, but even all this time later, it was in the loss column.
Yestereday we ended up in the bulkhead seats. This was an accident, we never buy these seats because they are made narrow by having no arms that lift up.
I remember a time when I simply could not have fit, where it would not have been tight, it would have been impossible.
I was sitting by the window after all these years.
After a half hour of sitting in the seat my body settled in distributing itself into available space. It got more comfortable.
So, I watched us take off. I took bad pictures out of the window. I watched us land.
For now, sitting in the window is still in the loss column but it’s also in the maybe one day column. A small but might shift.