i remembered that i had saved a loaf of pound cake i had made for my birthday int he cupboard. that is one of the reasons i love pound cake so much. it just sits in the cupboard for weeks happily. brushed lightly with sherry or brandy and it will store for months. my favourite thing about pound cake is baking it. measuring only by the scale. even when balancing 7 or 8 eggs in the basket to make 454g, nothing seems more excessive and decadent than taking the foil off of a pound brick of butter and simply tossing the whole thing in the bowl. and i like it with lots of nutmeg. half or 3 quarters of a nutmeg at least.
i left with everything i needed to take with me in order, but everything i left behind is in disarray. my room is not ready for anyone to move into, no one is really lined up to move in, the kitchen and ni's room are covered in a layer of courtney debris, dromie is still loose, nuno and hops are still in the room, the fish are neither in my parent's pond nor 256's mom's aquarium... i left several notes and series of instructions, several hopeful emails and other attempts at tying up all the loose ends. thankfully i'm not too worried anymore now that the fear has gone.
ni came and saw me off at the airport. all the times i have been unhappy or afraid or lonely since he left cape breton he's been my greatest friend and comfort. i never expected to find everything i needed in him, i never expected he'd need me too. there is talk about us meeting in london... can london handle the 3 of us? the shawshack british invasion begins march 7.
the ice and snow has delayed my first leg of the journey. first a quick flight to philladelphia, then one long one from philly to amsterdam. hopefully i don't miss my connection.
tomorrow, tomorrow at 10:15AM i am due to meet my darling e at schipol!! by the big wooden apple. then i will begin to make my plans.
one american here at the gate is ranting loudly about the weather. he has a theory about how the original six hockey cities each have their airports closed once per winter. In order of their chances for a stanley cup victory or something. his cellphone rings when the saints come marching in and he complains louder each time about the ice and the storm.
i'm due to take off in 15 minutes.
i am scared, but more excited. this is my first trip by myself.
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