leisure
it's a bizarre feeling, perhaps even more bizarre to think when i was initially using tumblr i had all the free time in the world... but now, leisure has become the epitome of luxury, and heightened when combined with different things, like money (of course), travel, novel experiences, hobbies (especially those which require some investment or something to maintain).
it's also interesting to think that in some ways i've become partially what i always felt was unattainable as a young child. i'm currently sitting at a starbucks cafe while i wait for my flight to JFK to board and in some ways this person sitting in the cafe is me, but also not me. i'm flying standby, and i liken it--playfully--as hitchhiking on airplanes, which is definitely true. so i haven't bought a full-fare ticket and i really only do this on a whim. but i'm basically the part as i sit and type away at my refurbished tablet (on the verge of ending system updates in 2025), with piano jazz playing faintly in the background. i opened up my online subscription of the new yorker, began looking up architecture, and what kindle to buy for my next trip. i'm not harping on saying that i don't deserve to be here or that that i feel some sort of imposter syndrome or anything--but when i think of my inner child, when i think of the book from it's cover, it's interesting. a bit complex and a bit absurd. i don't know. i'm rambling. i was so excited for new york i couldn't sleep last night. hopefully i get to sleep on this plane (and that i get on at all!!!)
