It’s 8 a.m. and I’m looking up at the stop light, lightly tapping on the steering wheel as I wait for it to turn green.
I’m on the same exact trip I had roughly a year ago, but things certainly feel a lot different this time around. I stop tapping my fingers, only now realizing that I have been fidgety and tense since I woke up.
I don’t want them to notice this, so I decide to just start a conversation.
“How much do you weigh now?” I ask Milan, who is sitting in the backseat.