Happy Western New Year, everyone.

This will be a necessarily short post, as I’m finishing up the last bits of packing and preparation before boarding a plane with my partner this afternoon and flying to California. As you might expect, I’m a ball of emotions: anxiety, excitement, fear, uncertainty, delight, and more. I’m going to miss the cats, and my bed, and my friends here in Providence. I’m more than a little freaked out that this is actually happening.

It is, though. I just have to get through the next few days.

And that starts with unloading and reloading the dishwasher, finishing up the packing, making sure all our electronics are charged for the trip, and taking a shower. All the mundane, quotidian tasks that go into getting through an average day, and an ordinary plane flight.

My head is a jukebox with ADHD and a randomization fetish. (The rest of me also has ADHD, so no big surprise there.) Bits of lyrics and fragments of melodies are going through my head like buckshot scatter: leavin’ on a jet plane, catch me or I go Houdini, it’s hard out here for a bitch, snippets of Borislav Slavov’s score for Baldur’s Gate 3. As is my wont, I’m making a playlist for this whole adventure, which I’ll probably share here at some point. It won’t be quite the same experience, but at least you’ll have the relevant source material.

In the meantime, though: chop wood, carry water. I’m going to go figure out something for breakfast, then do dishes. It’s as good a place to start as any.

Cheers, friends.

https://reimaginedgirl.com/2024/01/01/leaving-on-a-jet-plane-t-3/

#music #operationPolymorph #travellingWhileTrans #twtitmoap

The soul crushing realisation that I'll always have to pick between being my authentic self and being safe (or frankly just being able to book a flight) and that the life of travel I've imagined just isn't going to happen like that anymore because too many places want me dead

I can understand why some people detransition or never dare at all

#transgender #TravellingWhileTrans