i'm going to fuel my travels with alcohol and sugar. i'll just buy myself a new liver whilst prowling across the eastern nethers of europe. i don't know that this trip feels quite real yet, but i'm absolutely vibrating with excitement (and a heavy dosage of gin) in the philadelphia airport. i was too frightened to let the reality of this departure creep into the corners of my mind, lest i jinx myself or form unattainable expectations.
(clearly, writing a blogpost mid-drink is not my most successful endeavor. i'm no ernest hemingway...yet.)
YAY EUROPE YAY. THIS IS SO SURREAL. BEYOND-DALI SURREAL, WHOSE WORK I WILL BE WORSHIPPING IN THE FLESH IN THE MATTER OF MERE HOURS. swoon.
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