The room is suddenly quiet.
We stopped in Ottawa on the way home from lecturing in the Maritimes. It was the perfect opportunity to visit with Mike, Marissa, Ruby and Sadie. We had a full day of movies and swimming and pizza and talking. It was a wonderful way to end a wonderful trip. I'd left Fredericton and Summerside feeling like we were part of one huge family of service and then came to Ottawa and experienced a very different kind of family.
We're going home. I've always liked going home after a trip and my disability has intensified that a hundred-thousand fold. Home is more than a place where we are surrounded by the familiar and feel safe in four walls. Home is a place where I am least faced with access issues, everything is user friendly. From the unmentionables in the washroom to the very visible in the front room, my home is a place where Dave's mobility is maximized because everything is tailor made to work for me.
Home now means a place where there my disability is cause for no battle, my disability is cause for no grudging accomodation, my disability is, instead, a foundation for a very personal design. It's awesome. It's a place of welcome and a place of rest. I love going home.
Travelling means never knowing what's waiting around the corner. Home means never fearing what's around the corner - cause what waits for you, was made for you.