Transplanted Life
Friday, August 27, 2004
Pins and Needles
Flight leaves at four. I am, as you might imagine, more than a little nervous. Not just about what I'm going to do once I get down there, but, well, the last time "I" was going to get on a plane... Well, I didn't leave town, did I?

Silly, isn't it? I mean, the flying didn't have anything to do with what happened; it was the making a clean break, which is not what I'm looking to do this weekend. Quite the opposite. But the human mind works on associations, and I must say that I can't help associating "going to the airport" with "waking up as somebody else".

Maureen and Carter are wishing me luck every five minutes. Maureen especially says she really hopes things work out for me, that my mom accepts me, especially since this happened to me, as opposed to being some bizarre choice I made, although I would say accepting it as opposed to fighting it like Carter is a choice. Still, Maureen says that that's just being practical.

Well, better get going; getting to one's plane out of Logan from Cambridge involves changing trains twice and then taking a shuttle to the airport, and then there's all the security. I should probably have left more than two and a half hours.

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