aristophanes

Am writing from Minnesota; have successfully moved into my sister's basement for an indefinite period. Lost two items to TSA: a box of matches and a tub of lotion that was just thin enough to count as "liquid." Flight was not otherwise too bad. Warm chocolate chip cookies seem to be the new bag of peanuts. I was apparently nicknamed "The Heiress" by the staff at the Albuquerque airport due to my apparently rich-looking outfit, since my TSA troubles caused me to pass through security multiple times. I had a carryon-on bag that started out a perfectly manageable weight but just seemed to grow heavier and heavier each time I picked it up, like it was goofered or something. Luckily, just when I was exhausted to the verge of screaming the Invader Zim quote about "arms like noodles," before transferring to my connecting flight, it was announced that the plane was overcrowded and they wanted volunteers to check their carry-on bags free of charge. So that spared me having to deal with the bag anymore until reaching the bag claim in Minneapolis.

My sister's house looks a lot better than it did last time I came to visit. Her new boyfriend has a lot of cleaning and construction experience so he significantly improved the state of her home, and the room in the basement -- technically the "library" -- is actually fairly nice. Definitely better than the 5'x6' room I'd have been shoved in at my grandma's.

Still annoyed, though, by the amount of stuff I have in storage at home that I'm going to need to buy new ones of here due to transportation and accessibility issues (the stockpiles of my face soap from the Chicago trip, my vast array of hoodoo oils and herbs, my gourmet teas, and my whole liquor collection just off the top of my head.) But perhaps I'll manage to find work here really fast, or my usual work will pick up to such a degree, that I'll be able to get a real place and send for my stuff in short order.