Tamsin the Reimagined Girl™West with the wind. ❤️
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Early morning flight, earlier morning wake-up and shower. Hi ho, the glamorous life.
I’m going to miss this, weirdly enough. 😭 #twtitmoap
There’s something oddly, melancholically appropriate about listening to the background murmur of the airport and hearing, just at the bare threshold of audibility, Pink Floyd’s “Money.”
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Preparing for another work trip. I'd honestly rather be at home with my sweetie, my cats, my bed, and my stuff, but I took the King's shilling, and needs must when the Devil drives.
(Why, yes, I DO collect British English aphorisms from previous centuries. Why do you ask?)
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(Why, yes, I DO collect British English aphorisms from previous centuries. Why do you ask?)
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About to board for the second leg of my increasingly arduous series of flights to the West Coast. This one is going to San Diego—because why not?—then on to my final destination.
Ugh. #twtitmoap
Ugh. #twtitmoap
AND THEN, just to hammer home the queerness of it all, what comes on the playlist?
A remix of “You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real).”
By fucking SYLVESTER.
Absolute win. 😂 #twtitmoap
A remix of “You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real).”
By fucking SYLVESTER.
Absolute win. 😂 #twtitmoap
If I absolutely MUST be in an airport, at least I can have breakfast in an airport diner with excellent music and a waitress rocking an queer-as-hell double undercut who gives preferential treatment to queer girls. 🥰🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️ #twtitmoap
re:imagined girl™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.
Photo by Longxiang Qian on Pexels.com.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.
Edit from the future (17 May 2024): And here it is!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/
Tamsin, Alchemical GirlOperation Polymorph boxes checked today:
✅ Scheduling
✅ Lodging (all but first night)
✅ Transport (land)
✅ Cat feeding (partial)
Next to do:
⚪ Transport (air)
⚪ Lodging (first night)
⚪ Cat feeding (remainder)
⚪ Confirm vacation for all dates