Pearson Airport – gate awaiting flight, January 3rd, 10:32 AM I’m about to board a plane to New York. It’s not a big deal, but it’s a reminder of the first time I boarded a plane sans-family. I was 17, which in other words means I was at my most angst-filled. I remember listening to Jack’s Mannequin’s Everything in Transit album and thinking that it just made sense for what was happening to me at that specific point of time less in a lyrical sense, but just in how it felt. And now, boarding another plane nearly 8 years later (8 years, what??), the idea of how things feel are [...]