Luckily, I’ve become very familiar with the transit system that is able to accommodate my wheelchair. Most of the drivers are also accustomed to me by now, and that makes it very nice. Exhausted from work, I drive my wheelchair straight into the elevator once I reach the apartment complex. I close my eyes, dreaming of crashing into my bed as soon as I go into my apartment. I know it’ll have to wait, though, because Mandy, my personal helper, will be here soon to help me with my evening routine. I have to use the bathroom and my stomach is rumbling from hunger. Luckily, I don’t have to use a key or a key card to open my door. The door is sensor activated, and the sensor has been attached to my emergency bracelet. Living like this my entire life, as well as the knowledge from my degree and research, is definitely a huge asset to my creativity. When the elevator stops on my floor, I drive my wheelchair out and head down the hall.
