Took my shoes off after the last flight and could still feel the edges of them across my feet, even walking barefoot to the hotel bathroom. Three legs doesn't sound like much until you count all the time standing while boarding has gone nowhere. I had this big plan to use the treadmill, but sitting on the bed to change my socks turned into sitting there for twenty minutes with one sock on. My roommate on the trip knocked to ask about dinner and I actually needed a second to stand up. Twenty-seven and making the same noise as Mama getting out of her chair. Still went for food, just picked the place downstairs.

Mama sent a picture of her Sunday plate while I was eating a sandwich beside a hotel ice machine, which was rude of her honestly. Not the picture, the fact that I could practically taste her food and hear everybody talking over each other. I called expecting five minutes and stayed on while she packed leftovers I won't be there to collect. I'm happy flying, I really am, but I felt left out when my sister mentioned a whole story everybody already knew. I made them tell it again. They complained, then Mama started from the very beginning, holding the phone so close I could only see one eye.

I've been looking at next month's trip choices trying to make international flying and a proper stretch at home happen on the same schedule. Apparently I would like the airline to run around my personal growth. I keep putting the exciting routes first, then counting what I'd miss if I got them, and moving everything back. There isn't some perfect bid hiding in there if I stare another hour. I used to think getting more senior would mean knowing what I wanted, but it mostly means getting more versions of the question. I saved the one with two weekends free, then opened it again to check the destinations.