Head Trip: on the road with anxiety

Photo by Mikki Baloy

All that separates me from my neighbors is a line of blacktop driveway. I hear them get in and out of the car, I know when they have friends over or do some gardening or their kid has a tantrum. I mean, not to be creepy about it — I can’t help being able to hear them. They probably hear me, too, when I have tantrums.

Even that line of blacktop is bigger than the distance I kept from New York apartment…