So a year ago today... Was cold. At least of what I remember of it was fucking cold.
I had my horde jacket on and it was still temperature unpleasant. But ya know, none of that mattered because I was flying across the country to visit someone special to me.
I don't remember all of the details of it. It has been quite some time. There's a lot of unsettled emotion/feeling somewhere in this memory and even more so I fear some facts are likely to be forced memories that ring no truth what so ever.
But to the best of my memory my first flight was comfortable. I was in the row all to myself. The plane was new and the flight attendant awesome and helpful with my beverage service. Arriving in Atlanta made me note for the first time that trip that I was starving.
I walked around for a moment realizing that my following flight was soon and that I had to prepare to board it soon after. And as such I grabbed a salad. Garden variety. Cheap ass place only had one cup of ranch left. :/
Why do I remember this obscure fact? Kyle mentioned that my breath smelled of onions when I got there. Yeah my garden salad + didn't chew gum = bad breathe. Other memories of that day? Hm...
The Atlanta zoo kiosk at the airport. I wanted something for him. Couldn't find it. Ended up walking to another kiosk fumbled through a bit. Found it. Wolf. Cuddlekins. Overpriced $19.99 + tax. But it didn't matter. I felt I needed a gift. Something I can leave behind. Something that I could imbed with my soul and leave behind... I just repeated myself. I know I did. I don't give a damn. It's my memory.
That flight got delayed. It was cold waiting there. I had gotten stuck at the back of the plane. I had 2 or 3 seats to myself again. But it didn't matter. Why should it? I'd still be stuck there for a while. To my right were to African gentlemen. And somewhere nearby was a father and his little girl. Yes I remember obscure facts. They're glimpses and snapshots that last but a fraction of a second. But I tap them as if they were right next to me.
I remember landing in Philly. And from that very moment disliking the airport. It's layout, the colors; how there was a monorail thingy beneath me. The cab driver was Indian or some type of South Asian. I remember reading the pasted signs on the plastic barrier separating the front and the back seats. Something about how the driver can opt to make the passenger pay in full at the start of the trip if he felt it necessary. Ok I guess. The driver. He had been a Physical Education teacher when he was back in his home country. He did that route once in a while.
I phased out after a bit. Sat there looking out at the grey. There was snow on the ground. It felt like a foreign landscape. HOLY SHIT THERE ARE DEER EVERYWHERE. While deer do exist in Florida. Ours don't stand on the side of the road mooning passerby's. Ours are usually dead and being eaten by vultures by the time I see them.
I pulled out my cellphone. Tapped it gently. There I was on the screen. On google maps I was a small dot that moved up the screen. Following the north portion of I-95 as it curved along the river. To my right was a Naval yard of some kind. I think someone tried to explain it to me at a later time. I don't remember much of what they said about it.
When I was almost there. I pulled out my phone and called him. Asked him for directions. I had never been here after all. I think it was called Switlik or something. I got out of the car; paid the $130 in taxi fees and walked towards the door. There was a tree on my right. Snow near the roots. I stared at it as I pulled my phone out again to call him. "I'll be right out he said." I walked closer to the door. It opened. And there he was.
It was like staring at a doll. Expression-less. Still. Emotionless. Almost creepy. I made the first step walked close. Left hand still clutching the handle of my suitcase. I smiled and chuckled. And opened my arms for a hug. He offered a one-armed one and then led me in. Past the front set of doors there was a plastic screen of somekind. Flyers multi-colored. The hall felt like the inside of a ship. Porthole shaped decorations and stuff on the doors.
I didn't care too much. I was just relieved to have finally gotten to someplace in one piece. I set my stuff down. Threw my jacket on the other bed. And this time gave my ex a proper hug... Much of the rest of that day is history. Memories I'm not conjuring up or summoning from the nether.
One memory that I do enjoy though. The next morning. I was being lazy. Didn't sleep well the day before (pre-flight jittters). So passed the fuck out that evening I arrived. It was Friday morning. Kyle had class. I was semi-awake when he kissed me. I wanted to wrassle him back into bed. I was too lazy and didn't have the willpower to do anything. But it was nice. *chuckle*
_memory log complete. Sequence terminated.
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Today's been long. Longer than it should have been. I killed Deathwing though. Cressy, Fen, Saphrence and Efai all did. They stood against the great cataclysm and survived. The rest of my crew will eventually too.
A friend visits me tomorrow. I have to schedule places to go and things to do. Oh and lunch. Some place overlooking the river maybe? I'm thinking the Conch House but depending on when he gets here I might not be able to :/ UGH STRESSED!
I should sleep. Soon. Like really really soon.
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