In Lax, A Stopover

This post was republished from the archive of my previous blog as a means of record-keeping. To read SaraEileen.com from the beginning of the site’s history, start here.

I’m sitting in a bar in the Los Angeles airport, still thousands of miles and hours from home. In limbo-land, if you will.

Since last I blogged here, a simply massive amount has happened. So much, in fact, that I failed to record days 3 and 4 of our trip to Cairns. This is sad. They were even more lovely than days 1 and 2.

Since then, I have closed a lease, moved across the world, said goodbye to Australia before I was ready, stepped up my work as a lead unorganizer of Kink For All New York City, and ended my four-year relationship with Meitar. I have also decided not to move to San Francisco this spring and spent almost every last cent to my name getting myself from one side of the planet to the other.

Those are just the things I feel all right saying, sitting in an airport bar where I’d like not to break down at the moment, please. There are many things unsaid, about sick family members and loneliness, and being lost, Australian culture, the different personalities of kittens.

I am so, so excited for Sunday. I really want KFANYC to go well. I think that with strength, focus, and commitment it will go well. It is a good model with a lot of excited (and exciting) people invested. I have faith.

If I were a slightly wiser person, I might not write about my high hopes for the event right alongside dire descriptions of my personal life crashing into flames. But I am taking a page out of Penelope Trunk’s book, and telling the truth. Stressed people can still start companies and run events. Just watch us go.

A little fragile. All right, perhaps more than a little. I will be glad to come home, where ever that turns out to be.