This is my city. These are my* people.

And this, this, my friends, this was an amazing weekend.

*A long discussion about the meaning of "my" as a set of belonging, rather than implying ownership, has been deleted. But y'all get what I mean.

The place is a mess. My bags are tossed everywhere. I'd rather be asleep ( Read more... )

Me:

Pittsburgh, PA to Dayton, OH. Dayton, OH to Cincinnati, OH. Cincinnati, OH to Atlanta, GA. Atlanta, GA to Los Angeles, CA.

My Luggage:

Pittsburgh, PA to Dayton, OH. Dayton, OH to Cincinatti, OH. Cincinatti, OH to Salt Lake City, UT. Salt Lake City, UT to Los Angeles, CA.

We are now together.

More later.

HAHA! I have luggage!

It only arrived...oh...32 hours after I did.

Crap. I guess this means I have to unpack.

My backpack and I are home safe.

Everything else is everywhere else.

More later.

GAH! Cab comes in 10 mintues. I <3 cellshade because, once, long ago, before the dawn of time, he left a number for cabs as a livejournal comment. Saved some good panic time this morning ( Read more... )

Things may just be okay. I'm starting to believe all your reassurances.

Stuff inside house.

Trailer gone.

Big thanks to Rebecca, Tommy (whose name I might be messing up, as I did get it wrong once already), Kim and Erik. Big, big thanks.

My bed is ready and awaiting me ( Read more... )

Many things happened. Perhaps more later.

Most importantly, my cat is gone. He vanished four weeks ago. Shortly after I left for school.

He was 14. I've had him since I was 8.

Good bye Tigger, I'll miss you.

It is currently cheaper for me to fly to London then to fly to ICC.

There is something wrong with the world.

Im alive.

At Utah Beach. No computer access in France. Much sadness.

Internet cafe. Very pricey.

Back to England in a week or so. Talk then.

Alive and kicking.