Life is a Mystery.
In the essence of saving money I purchased a 8:40 am flight from Manchester-Chicago-LA. I get in to LAX at 1:30 pst. I leave LAX at 11:40 pst (2:40 AM my time people). This means that I have 10 glorious hours to ponder my decision and grow tired and irritable dealing with highly over priced and pre wrapped airport food, strangers bumping into me, stale air and uncomfortable chairs. I may just have to break out of there for some fresh (smoggy) air. Luckily, Jesse will be in LA and may be able to meet me for a drink or bite before boarding. It would be nice to have some last minute reassurance that I am not making some dreadful mistake.
I packed my bag!(mostly) Somehow I, the girl who brings the same size backpack for a weekend in the mountains, managed to fit everything in one bag. I probably brought too many pairs of underwear and too few socks, but the real miracle is that four seasons and multiple climates have condensed into the space of 60 cubic inches.
My last weekend in Mass was perfect. It is incredible, the amazing people who have accumulated there and whom I have had the privilege of knowing. Thanks to all of you who made it out to say goodbye. I think every time I hear "Like a Prayer" it will be your voice I hear, like angels sighing. I have no choice I hear your voice. Feels like flying. I close my eyes. Oh god I think I'm falling, out of the sky, I close my eyes....
You'll take me there.
In the essence of saving money I purchased a 8:40 am flight from Manchester-Chicago-LA. I get in to LAX at 1:30 pst. I leave LAX at 11:40 pst (2:40 AM my time people). This means that I have 10 glorious hours to ponder my decision and grow tired and irritable dealing with highly over priced and pre wrapped airport food, strangers bumping into me, stale air and uncomfortable chairs. I may just have to break out of there for some fresh (smoggy) air. Luckily, Jesse will be in LA and may be able to meet me for a drink or bite before boarding. It would be nice to have some last minute reassurance that I am not making some dreadful mistake.
I packed my bag!(mostly) Somehow I, the girl who brings the same size backpack for a weekend in the mountains, managed to fit everything in one bag. I probably brought too many pairs of underwear and too few socks, but the real miracle is that four seasons and multiple climates have condensed into the space of 60 cubic inches.
My last weekend in Mass was perfect. It is incredible, the amazing people who have accumulated there and whom I have had the privilege of knowing. Thanks to all of you who made it out to say goodbye. I think every time I hear "Like a Prayer" it will be your voice I hear, like angels sighing. I have no choice I hear your voice. Feels like flying. I close my eyes. Oh god I think I'm falling, out of the sky, I close my eyes....
You'll take me there.
posted by Karen at 1:16 PM
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