I’m really, really high

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And will be for the rest of my natural life, because the thought of moving again is just too terrible to contemplate. Besides, the view is better up here. You see, my new apartment is on the eleventh floor, roughly 110 feet straight up  — assuming the average floor is a conservative ten feet tall. That’s flipping high.

And guess what: I’m afraid of heights. A little fact I tend to forget since I so rarely climb trees anymore. Or peer over the edge of skyscrapers. I’m fine indoors, looking out at the impressive panorama of the city. Outside, on the balcony, is a much dicier proposition. I get queasy and panicky, recoiling almost violently.

Even watching television or a movie, I react to great heights. Especially when the camera shoots straight down the side of a building, I can’t look. My stomach does somersaults and I snap backwards as if I’m the one falling. There’s a term for this, it’s called acrophobia, an extreme or irrational fear of heights. Lucky me, I suffer both — the extreme and the irrational.

But it’s a price I’m happy to pay after the caterwauling of the neighbors above me. The people with thundering hoofs; the ones who made the ceiling joists scream and groan, pop and splinter around the clock. Heck, at this height, I can barely hear traffic, just the sigh of the wind and the occasional flutter of bird wings.

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It is, and I’m not overstating, heaven on earth.

I’m able to maintain a thought, focus, read, sleep, and finally, finally unclench. Quiet is such a sweet, blissful thing. Plus, the new place is bright and open, spacious, sparkling clean, and, best of all, there’s a heat lamp in the bathroom. Score! So guess where I’ll be spending the winter. Yep, the bathroom. I’ll get a beach chair and bask in the warm glow of the heat lamp with a cold drink and a nice, long book.

Ah, life is good when you’re this high.

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10 thoughts on “I’m really, really high

  1. There’s no such thing as an irrational fear of heights – and I speak as a climber! It’s nature reminding you it’s not a good idea to jump off high things, or strut cockily along the edge of an abyss. We all have it to a degree.

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