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I'm awake again, and I'm typing this up not sure when it will get to you all, but I figured I should make a first post for when I out in the middle of space.
They're right, your bones ache. I think Georgia told me that in her vid. No amount of stretching makes me feel better.
These little pods are a joke. They keep you in here, so you can't see anyone else the entire time. Some liability thing. But then they give you enough space to walk about when you're not strapped into your awkward bed thingy. It's the weirdest thing. It's like there's a bed to the wall and nothing else. My only company is my luggage.
By the way, I need to thank my mom for giving me this ridiculous peacock pattern on my suitcase. I wake up every week in a haze and and spook myself because I think some monster is across from me.
Dad, you're reading this right? Thank Mom for me, as long as she doesn't find out about this thing.
Same for the rest of you. I only wanted a few of you to read this. I'm serious, Alick, not a word to anyone else. Not your girlfriend of the week. Not even your sister, Lexia. I know she won't tell anyone. But if I find out across galaxies that she knows, you will lose access to this thing. This is not something I want to share with everyone. Just some people. Just someone.
I don't want everyone back home to know my new debutante life. It's embarrassing enough that you're parents raise you only to ship you away so that they never see you again. Whoever thought of that? Mom cried and everything, but she never said she would miss me. I don't think she will. Don't argue, Dad.
There's no stars out here. Not many. It's kind of empty.
So I'm going to meet Georgia and Garrisson in two more weeks. Or one. I think this is my third time out of stasis.
How should I take it that I'm going the farthest suggested to go in stasis because my mom insisted? She just wants to marry me off. Like Georgia. Except I think Georgia wanted to.
It's been six years. And we were really good at keeping apart. Send a vid, catch up on petty stuff, and move on. I don't know if I can live with her again. And I barely know Garrison. He's apparently some hot shot for… something that makes money. I'm not sure what. Apparently he makes a lot of money, they have a 2 story loft so he must know what he's doing.
There's no open space where I'm going. No yard. No sky. No plants I can watch grow. No wild pigeons or squirrels to see eat my trash. And there's no space whatsoever. The room I'm getting is smaller than the one I'm leaving, and it's considered luxurious. What scam is that? Is my stuff going to fit? Is Georgia even got a closet for me? Dammit, now I'm worrying. Maybe I will clean this up before I post it.
But then you guys would get mad at me. You know how I think. Dad would call me out in a minute.
There's the blue warning light. I got 15 minutes. A couple more naps and then I'm done and on Titania. I'm lucky I had enough brain power to type this.
Wish me pleasant dreams. And no more peacock luggage frights.