Waiting
At the airport.
All the bad feels.
I miss my bunkin.
I'm going to a city I love. No one will be waiting.
All the pre flight jitters. For which there is no reason or rhyme. Statistically safer means nothing. Just sick and nervous and Angel is scared about trying to juggle his work schedule around having Dorian... but he wanted Boy for awhile, so... this is it.
Praying the apartment is OK and that if the fish died, it isn't too reeky inside. Praying Tameka is home and awake. My spare key is inside the door in the catch all. :/ Praying there's no eviction notice or anything since I could only send half the rent last week. But I called and sent a letter with it and they haven't called me...
Got a flight to CT booked for Wednesday. Longest flight I've ever taken (well, 2 shorter flights but still). Connecticon has always been a good show or I wouldn't even consider it. I want to pray for a number, but don't want to either overestimate or sell God short.
Almost time to board. Think I'm finally past the point of being able to cry.
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