This was once a strange place to me; this particular spot in this particular airport. It felt like a hideyhole. A stale part of this airport where you can smell the tequila filtered by body mass and aggravation.
Right now it's a nice little pause before I get on a flight home. Such a foreign concept of a home being a place. I'm more positive than I have ever been that I'm about to start an entirely new journey & for the first time ever I trust the frequency.
As I typed that the song "Boycott Heaven" by The Format starts flowing through my earbuds.
I don't know how to tie together all the loops, but that's the beauty. I really don't have to do anything else but exist and start to try.
Every time David has seen me since the Vinyl Tour he asks "where's my cake"? Once was just conversation; twice was a dare. It took me a few hours and a night to sleep on it. Walked past the resort gift shop and I asked the man working inside if it was possible. Is that even in the capabilities of the resort on no notice? He said yes, but to check with concierge. I was going to sleep on it, but if you're scared go to church, and I needed the information to decide if I was scared😂 She said a number and I asked when I needed to let her know what I had decided. Walked back to our room, changed clothes, and said "Damn it." Grabbed cash and a card and walked back up there very smoothly to not be noticed.
I kept my little game play a secret until a cake was delivered an hour and a half early to the room. I made a safe cave for it and messaged someone I could trust to not tattle or taunt. Advice given and advice taken.
The part I didn't plan for: walking with my entire chest and a cake in hand to dinner.
