It's Time To Check In

I woke up yesterday morning hung over and still tasting orange juice to an email from one Delta airlines whose subject read “It’s Time To Check In Naomi!”. I simultaneously reacted in two ways, reaction A being: “NnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnuhIdontwannaaaa!!!!!!” and reaction B being: “Yes. It is time to check in Naomi.”

I am writing this from gate D9 in Portland International Airport. I have just successfully navigated the precious bundle of my personhood through checking my bag AND security AND finding the right gate which I have never done without my twin sister Ray. Bring it Salt Lake City/Kansas City/New York City. Especially New York City.

Sincerely,

Feeling Like A Big Kid