Made it home safe and sound. Enjoyed the flight. Security was a pain, because of my awkwardness and confusion and general unfamiliarity with the process, but eventually I was assertive enough to declare very clearly that I had no idea what I was doing to one of the security officers, and then I got the level of help that I needed to walk me through that process, which was a comic spectacle for all around, but I was able to take on that role readily enough. (It probably helped that I was feeling good from having snuggled with
oneirus all day. Does wonders for the self-confidence and all that. Thanks sweetie.) The flight itself was a blast and I loved the takeoff and landing and the view and all that. Flying rocks.
Now that I'm back here, I'm having a devil of a time getting to sleep. I think this apartment is just too strongly associated with the anxiety attacks for me, because the tremors and mind-racing and all that are keeping me from falling asleep in a way that's nothing like what I felt like during my three weeks up in Washington. I am SO ready to be done with this shit. The move is definitely the way to go, and I think that at this point I finally have enough functionality (and incentive) to execute that translocation. I love all my friends and family here, but it's very definitely time for a change.
Now, to find activities to distract and occupy myself until I can't stay awake any longer. Welcome back, highly irregular sleep schedule. Enjoy your hold over me while you can, because I am SO blowing this popsicle stand and leaving you in the dust as quickly as I can.
Onward, dammit.