1, A Remedy

[coate]

I enjoy airports. I like it when they are sleepy -- when the escalators seem to be moving in slow motion. There are areas in the airport that are almost silent and I find that I can walk around for an eternity without coming across another person. The distance from such an area to the centre of the terminal is lost on me

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[wartimeheroine]

i love waiting at airports because i think of it as "decompression time". much like lying on the beach and letting the waves flow over your body, the flux of movement is something i find comfort in, too. several times before i've gone to sit and read in the departure lounges [or as close as i can get to them, with the security and all.] i always like to imagine, "where is that business man going?" or, "is she really happy to be leaving, or is that smile a fake one?" people watching [and the study of character] at the airport is a remarkable thing to do, indeed.

& of course, i would like to be added.

because you are 'starting over', i've always wanted to ask: what is your real name and age?
i'd like to know you better so this is a good first step, i think. x

[wartimeheroine]

PS when i move journals next month, i'll have you add me there, but i'll delete you from wartimeheroine. x

[coate]

I've added you, x.

My real name is Catherine [it was chosen because my parents wanted a name that was French but also anglicized for convenience], I don't have an official middle name but Nazaire is the closest thing that I have. The first initial of my last name is A. I am fifteen years old [turning sixteen on the 2nd of September]