The airport is especially warm right now. I should warn that the majority of these posts will likely be written on a touch screen, so forgive the obvious errors.
I was standing by the gate, organizing my things, so many things, when this little blond girl no higher than my knee approached. She was the most precious, precocious little thing. Her dad said "look at that", pointing to my grey neck pillow looped around my map of the world suitcase. And she goes "look at that! Look at that!" with just the most amount of sass and surprise. We exchanged some "look at that"s for a bit; I pointed out the map of the world, sitting on my heels to be at the same height. She looked me dead in the eyes and I suddenly couldn't just coo at her. I wanted to get into a political conversation about the world, wanted to talk to this small and amazed at the world creature.
I'm living moment to moment right now. Once I land in Atlanta, it will really be the start of this.
Going. Going.
Gone.
dftba
-k
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