- Drinking too much
- My insecurity
- My distaste for my roommate
- Backhanded comments
- When things do not go my way
Time is strange in space. The sun does not rise in the morning nor set at night. We use artificial lighting to indicate when it is time to wake up and when we should go to bed. We get eight hours of sleep, but I have a very close relationship with my bed and sometimes will cover my lights and set my own alarm. Nine or ten hours is more ideal.
I do not wake up to smell of freshly-brewed coffee, but that is typically all I will have for breakfast. On special occasions I will eat oatmeal with freeze-dried strawberries and a little brown sugar.
With coffee in hand I wander around the station, pausing at every window to take in the various views of space. Not much changes between each window, but I doubt I will ever get over how expansive our surroundings are. It makes me feel very small; it is humbling.
When my coffee is gone I take my empty mug to my desk. There I turn on my computer and look for any new messages from loved ones. I see one from my parents, another from my fiancé, and one from my sister. I know today is going to be a good day.
I look at my to-do list and start working on the easier tasks. Although I slept in, the caffeine has not settled in yet and I am still groggy. I consider making another cup but the number of days left in our trip make me reconsider. I do not want to run out of coffee too soon; you do not want to see me when I have not had coffee.
I fall into my daily routine and before I know it it is lunch time. I do not want to get into details here. Just know the food is passable, but I really miss my kitchen back in Brooklyn.
After lunch I am more energized and push myself to finish early. We are scheduled to pass a rare comet–one I will not see again in my lifetime–so I do not want to miss it. I take my empty mug back to the kitchen to wash it. I return to my room for the book I was reading and make my way to the the community room.
My favorite chair is by the window. I know I will be able to see the comet from there. I open my book and pick up where I had left off, occasionally glancing at my watch or out the window.
I know I have not mentioned any of my crew-mates but that is intentional. My perfect day does not involve them. They are good people, but I chose to be an astronaut for the quiet. After living in New York City for more than five years I needed the quiet.
The alarm on my watch goes off and I scramble out of the chair, pressing my face to the window glass like a child staring out at the first snowfall.
I see the comet come around the side of the station and my draw drops. I have see comets and shooting stars countless times before I moved to New York, but nothing compares to seeing one so close. I hear voices behind me but pay them no mind; right now it is just me and the comet.
Time slows even more as the blazing ball of light passes my window, leaving a trail of burning dust in its wake. I follow it to the next window and then the next until I can no longer see it.
My heart is pounding.
How many people can say they have experienced what I just did?
I feel a tear roll down my cheek and chuckle softly. I did not realize that would make me so emotional. I wipe the tear away and smile. I will never forget this moment. I know I could have taken photos but would they properly capture everything? Probably not.
I return to the community room where the rest of the crew is talking about what just happened. I pick up my book intending to leave but instead I choose to join them. We talk for hours, continuing the conversation over dinner. Surprisingly, I do not want to go to bed when the lights begin to dim.
We reconfigure the lights to stay on a little longer and talk well into the night, not just about the comet but our families, our homes, the lives we left behind… I get a little homesick but never once regret my decision to leave.
A yawn escapes my lips and I finally deem it time for bed. I say goodnight to the few who have lasted this long and return to my room. After getting ready for bed, I am quick to curl up under the sheets and my eyelids immediately grow heavy. Unfortunately, I cannot allow myself to sleep in two days in a row but again, I regret nothing.
Today was perfect.
- So far it looks like 2017 is NOT my year.
- My “little” brother is 15!? When did that happen?? One more year and he can start driving! I feel so old! [crying emoji] Anyways… be sure to wish him a happy birthday!
- Shoutout to my handsome man! I can’t believe it’s already been two years… Time flies when you’re having fun, right? I love you so much, babes. Here’s to many more years to come. ❤
- [Taylor Swift video] Twenty-two years ago today my little sister was born. You know I have a terrible memory, Caroline, but I’m convinced we became best friends that day. You are the nicest, wisest, weirdest, most creative/artistic person I know. Although we are physically apart I feel like we are always together. I love you and hope you have an amazing day and year. ❤
- If you see this kid be sure to wish him a happy birthday! The baby of the family is turning 12 and he’s not quite a baby anymore. [crying emoji] Love you, Luke!
- Happy Birthday to the best dad a girl could ask for. I love you! Wish I could be there to celebrate!
- Happy birthday, my love! You may be aging physically but I doubt you ever will mentally. 😛 Love you lots! [kissing emoji]
- Happy Turkey Day, everyone!
- Happy Birthday, Mommy! I love you! Can’t wait to see you at Christmas to celebrate!
- Wishing my family and friends a very merry Christmas and a happy new year!
To junior prom I wore a very simple strapless, light blue dress and silver flip-flops with maybe a half-inch heel. I don’t remember the jewelry. Probably simple as well.
For my senior prom I wore a white strapless dress with a light green sash around the middle and an embroidered green floral design on the bodice. The shoes were plain white heels and again, I don’t remember the jewelry. My cousin did my hair and makeup both times.
I didn’t buy my dresses at the local mall because my high school was small and I didn’t want to risk wearing the same dress as someone else. I’m pretty sure my dad drove me both times and paid for my junior dress while I paid for the senior one. They were on the cheap side because I knew there wasn’t a point spending a lot of money on something I was going to wear once for just a few hours.
Both of my dresses are still in my bedroom closet at my parents’ house. I’d like to alter them so I can wear them again. At the very least the white and green one.
She was alone at the end of bar and yet, she was not alone. She was with her boyfriend. And two of his friends. And one friend’s girlfriend. But she was still alone. They sat together in a line, her boyfriend chatting amiably with one friend while the other two spoke at the other end. She tried to listen, tried to engage, but when she asked a question she was told, “It would take too long to explain.”
After a few minutes she whispered to her boyfriend and suggested they move to a table. They moved. The atmosphere became a little warmer. Now she could see and hear everyone, but they laughed and spoke of things she did not know, things she did not understand. She became cold again and drank her beer quietly, listening. And watching.
Her boyfriend’s friend and his girlfriend smiled at one another. Made eyes. Laughed. Held hands. Kissed. Her own boyfriend paid no attention. She felt even more alone.
What’s the point? she thought, realizing she could never be part of their world no matter how hard she tried. But she continued to long for it. This was her boyfriend’s world, part of his life. Was she not part of his life, too? Why could all parts not be whole? “Life partners” is what he said they were. But only some parts.
They laughed again.
She sighed, drank her beer, and continued to listen.
Angelica C. passed away in her home in Savannah, GA on Wednesday, August 13, 2064 at the age of 73.
A life-long writer, Angelica moved to Savannah with the hope of finally finishing her first novel. Silver Dawn was published a year later and was immensely successful, quickly being adapted into the beloved Oscar-winning movie. She released a few other books including her mystery, The Master Piece, but none matched the success of the novel that brought her to fame.
In addition to writing, Angelica enjoyed reading, traveling, and eating good food. Although she never had children, she loved her nieces and nephews as though they were her own.
Angelica is predeceased by her parents, John and Emma C.
She is survived by three younger siblings: her sister Caroline, her husband, their children, and their grandchildren; her brother John, his wife, their children, and their grandchildren; and her brother Luke, his wife, their children, and their grandchildren.
Service will be held 9:00 a.m. Saturday, August 16, 2064 at the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist, located at 222 East Harris Street.
Shannon laughed after Randy’s sarcastic response. “You know I wasn’t being serious, right?” she asked, looking over her shoulder as she held the door for her husband. “I just-” Shannon stopped talking as someone bumped into her and knocked her phone from her hand. “Hey!”
“I’m so sorry!” the man said, picking up the phone and handing it to Shannon.
“Watch where you’re going, buddy” Randy said as his wife examined her phone for scratches.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Shannon slipped her phone into her pocket and glared at the man. Her anger, however, shifted to shock when she recognized him. “Adam?”
The man looked confused before recognition crossed his face. “Shannon?”
Shannon simply stared at Adam, unable to believe who she was seeing. It had been more than ten years since she last saw him. Back then he was skinny and baby-faced, but the man in front of her now clearly worked out and had joined in on the hipster beard fad. To be frank, he looked hot.
Randy cleared his throat and his wife immediately turned to him. “Oh! Randy, this is Adam. Adam, this is my husband, Randy.” Shannon slipped her hand into Randy’s.
“‘Husband’?” Adam asked, surprised. “I mean, obviously. Of course you’re–Pleasure to meet you, man.” He held out his hand and Randy warily accepted. “A-anyways,” Adam continued. “I have to get going. It was great to see you, Shannon. You… you look good.” He forced himself to smile and gave a quick wave before leaving.
“So that was Adam,” Randy stated after a beat.
Of course he knew about Adam, he was Shannon’s first love and they dated for three years in college. She was the one who did the leaving, but it was not because he did anything wrong. They just had different plans and those plans did not mesh.
“That was Adam.” Shannon squeezed Randy’s hand and looked up to see his expression. He was clearly thinking about something. Maybe he was comparing himself to the other man? “Hey, let’s go home.” Shannon suggested. “We still have that cheesecake in the fridge and it’s calling my name.”
“Hey.” Shannon squeezed her husband’s hand again so he would look at her. “I love you, okay? I’m married to you and we have a beautiful life together and the reappearance of an ex doesn’t change any of that.” She pressed his hand to her belly and smiled. “This is proof of that. Our child.”
Randy sighed and smiled as well. “I know,” he said, wrapping his wife in a hug. “I know.”