Every morning I walk. Through the Village and down the West Side Highway. I walk five or eight miles. Last summer- when my marriage ended- I would walk twenty. Right foot, left foot. Aimless but purposeful. I walked and I thought and I didn’t know where home was so I didn’t have a home to go back to. Will I spend my whole life walking? Is what I need out there? I chain smoked and drank iced tea and sometimes I walked so far that my Apple Watch died. Now, walking is structure and routine. I listen to a podcast or call a friend. I’ve always paced on phone calls, I cannot speak to a person who isn’t physically with me and sit still.
Last week, I felt particularly chatty. I called all of my friends who I normally speak to during the day and a few that I do not and no one picked up. There is one person who will take my call. And so I googled “how to unblock phone number iPhone” and I called my dad.
He answered on the first ring.