I guess I still have a lot to learn. It’s mom’s first time raising a pixelated egg from another world. Sorry if I don’t always understand your universe, Miran. I’m trying my best! And of course… mom needs to eat too.
I’ve officially become the mother of this tiny, pixelated life. I gave it three meals, yet it still cried. Six meals later… it was suddenly giggling like nothing happened.
I’ll let it pass, perhaps it was the slightly dishevelled hair. I even attempted to straighten my hair… the plan went awry, so I simply tied it back. And no, I didn’t nap in the car either, I did my own makeup, hehe. I promise a more astute-looking airport appearance next time!
Just read an article saying I looked “innocent,” a tofu-like visual after supposedly waking up at the airport this morning. For the record, I hadn’t just woken up… Reporter-nim, was it really that convincing?
Oh, anyways… the hat and the cap stayed on for the entire journey, partly because it’s comfortable, mostly because it became my shield for quiet moments ☻
sweet stone fruit, crumbly cheese, a little green. Sat under the shade before heading out past the cacti, iced coffee still cold against my palm. It’s not a big itinerary day, but it always feels good when time moves slow.