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Sometimes, if she really stopped to think about it, Pam still found the fact that she was in a place like this at all utterly surreal, let alone all that had happened while she'd been here. She had, once upon a time, had some sort of idea of what she intended to accomplish in her life, unrealistic though some of it may have been, but none of it had ever once involved showing up out of nowhere onto a strange magic island where she had apparently lived once before. Though she had figured it out a long time ago, stranger still was the fact that, when she compared the two - where she was likely to be back home with where she was here - the island won out by far, bizarre circumstances or not. She had a family, all the time in the world to do what she loved, and, quite notably, a distinct lack of obnoxious co-workers to put up with on a daily basis. For all that the circumstances of it were unusual to say the least, she was pretty sure that this was the better end of the deal.
Still, it was unusual, something she'd especially been considering as of late. She had turned thirty less than a week ago, a landmark that would likely have been intimidating if she were back home, filled with thoughts of where she ought to have been by that age. Here, she wasn't sure there was anything to be done differently, a fact that was both reassuring and vaguely daunting, though not in any sort of bad way. It just continually struck her as odd, that apparently what she'd needed to be really, honestly happy was to live in a place where it was normal for people to change ages and genders and personalities, and could vanish into thin air as quickly as they'd appeared, the latter being something she decidedly didn't think about too often but that was true all the same. There was plenty here to find fault with. She just generally didn't.
With Jim busy and Sam being watched, Pam had decided to take advantage of having the afternoon to herself and had brought a sketchbook and colored pencils out by the smaller waterfall, setting out a blanket to sit on as she drew. Her thoughts running in the same direction they had been so frequently as of late, there wasn't a better way she knew to keep herself occupied, and she doubted she would ever grow tired of drawing the island's landscapes. It was just one more thing that worked in its favor, as far as she was concerned.
[Up late, thanks to an accidental nap, but timed to Wednesday afternoon, so before the start of hush plot. ST/LT, as always, more than welcome.]
Still, it was unusual, something she'd especially been considering as of late. She had turned thirty less than a week ago, a landmark that would likely have been intimidating if she were back home, filled with thoughts of where she ought to have been by that age. Here, she wasn't sure there was anything to be done differently, a fact that was both reassuring and vaguely daunting, though not in any sort of bad way. It just continually struck her as odd, that apparently what she'd needed to be really, honestly happy was to live in a place where it was normal for people to change ages and genders and personalities, and could vanish into thin air as quickly as they'd appeared, the latter being something she decidedly didn't think about too often but that was true all the same. There was plenty here to find fault with. She just generally didn't.
With Jim busy and Sam being watched, Pam had decided to take advantage of having the afternoon to herself and had brought a sketchbook and colored pencils out by the smaller waterfall, setting out a blanket to sit on as she drew. Her thoughts running in the same direction they had been so frequently as of late, there wasn't a better way she knew to keep herself occupied, and she doubted she would ever grow tired of drawing the island's landscapes. It was just one more thing that worked in its favor, as far as she was concerned.
[Up late, thanks to an accidental nap, but timed to Wednesday afternoon, so before the start of hush plot. ST/LT, as always, more than welcome.]