Airport Insecurity
Once upon a time, I loved to travel.
Once upon a time, I loved to travel.
Celebrating a life well lived. Celebrating a dog well loved. We miss you, buddy.
From the floor, I was in the perfect position to see that the stove was on fire.
Once upon a time, you had to pay cash to exit parking garages.
I was curious to see if changing to the correct bra size would make me fluent in six languages, remove the appearance of fine lines and teach me to divide by zero.
Because if one thing screams “ARRRRRGH IMMA PIRATE!” it’s a bright white shirt with laces up the front and billowing sleeves.
I spent the next day avoiding the fridge with complex feelings of mingled guilt and fear.