basically, what it comes down to is, who's going to take care of me? that sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it's pretty much been the story (and question) of my life. i'm beyond excited (and horrified) to tackle this little obstacle. it's kind of like a stepping stone to the greater independence i'm striving for. i think it will be empowering and exhilarating to realize i can start taking care of myself and do certain things that i previously thought (and feared) to be nearly impossible.
(to left: the airplane aisle chair to take me to my seat. who doesn't love to feel like a strapped in mental patient in an already awkward situation? i know i do!)
if any of my beloved disabled, wheelchair-bound readers have any experience flying alone, any suggestions, advice, or information would be greatly appreciated. i'll be sure to update with my brave, solo flying adventure stories in april (assuming i don't die, end up in china, or chicken out), and hopefully i can help or inform others who want to or plan to fly as well.
and if you're wondering where the spontaneity fits in, well that's the reason i'm going on this trip. but that's a whole other story.