My toiletries bag is packed. Prime’s suitcase is as well; it’s not holding any of his clothes but more of mine. Normally, I would be perfectly fine with seven tee shirts, but not anymore. My internal thermostat has been cranked up by fifteen degrees at minimum and I sweat when I’m standing completely still. Tamoxifen: it’s a helluva drug.
This is also why I’m taking full size shampoo and bodywash; I just might be showering twice a day!
It still doesn’t feel totally real to me right now. It’s been six years since the last BotCon. Only this time, I’m going without Prime. He’s staying home. I’m still unsure how I feel about this.
On one hand, I know that Lulu is going to be fine; Prime will be with her and she’ll be taken care of while I’m gone. I’m immensely grateful for that. But I am going to miss Prime.
How am I getting there? My mother-in-law. It’s been a while since she was in Tennessee and now she’ll have a chance to take a vacation of her own. (She rather does need it.) So while I’m at the convention, she’ll be doing other things. I had been hoping to take Amtrak for the trip down there but it didn’t work.
Before you ask: yes, I am open to trying Amtrak on any future BotCon trips, especially if the convention is out west. I hear the scenery on the western Amtrak routes is some of the most beautiful you will ever see and is not to be missed.
I’m also dead set against flying again. The pandemic has completely soured me on a lot of things, flying being among them. I’ve seen far too many people act like entitled jackasses and little to nothing is done about it. I don’t want to deal with that anymore.
In a week, I’ll be heading to Tennessee. It’s not that long but it feels like an eternity. I have to get through six days of work, then I’m off Tuesday so last minute things will be wrapped up and Wednesday, I leave.
It’s going to be one hell of a week.