Feeling Free in South Africa, Part 1B

Part IA -https://medium.com/p/e820a2a9169

The flight from Orlando to Atlanta was benign, and a very nice gentleman helped me hoist my heavy carry-on bag onto the overhead bin. My next flight to Johannesburg would be 11 times longer than this one, and I try imagine what that will feel like.

Despite my visual impairment, I was quite proud of myself for taking this trip solo and not feeling the least bit apprehensive. When I initially developed the first hole in my retina in 2008, I was grateful that I could still see 20/20 in my left eye, but when the second hole formed in the “good” eye in 2014, I was petrified. After a divorce, prayer, and therapy, my vision improved. Although It never returned to 20/20, I am fully independent and able to drive. My retinal specialist of 8 years continues to call me “miracle eyes” because, by the size of the holes, I should be legally blind. When I travel, I sometimes have to ask strangers to read the overhead signs, but I’ve made peace with that. Relinquishing some of my former independence is humbling.

I stopped at Paschal’s, the soul food spot in Terminal B, and indulged in their macaroni and cheese before heading to Terminal F, where the international flights leave.

Delta Sky Club is also located in Terminal F but on a floor higher than the terminals. I exit the…