New York City, May 24, 2001, Evening
May. 8th, 2011 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brat_inslayageTwo weeks ago, Kennedy had come home with way more stuff than she'd left with, all of which just got run through the laundry (the clothes, anyway) and packed right back up to ship out to her new place in Manhattan. Three days ago, Kennedy's dad had insisted on throwing a big elaborate 18th birthday party for her. In light of still trying to do the whole family thing, she hadn't argued; actually, she'd kind of enjoyed it even though-- and she'd never tell him this-- it paled in comparison to her last birthday party, astronomically higher budget or not. The next day had been spent putting the finishing personal touches on the new Upper East Side apartment that was finally, officially hers (and by 'finishing personal touches' she meant arranging all her weaponry in the custom hidden cabinets whose construction Constance had personally overseen) and getting settled in there, with Janelle 'helping' in a way Kennedy hadn't been about to discourage.
Tomorrow morning, there'd be a car coming to take her to the airport, and from there she'd be off to Portugal to spend three weeks with Mom.
It'd been a busy couple of weeks since she'd left Fandom, and now that she finally had some downtime before she was heading out again, nervousness was setting in: almost nine years of minimal correspondence were no way to gauge what the next three weeks would be like, and she really hoped it went well. Not even a really good workout had done much to take the edge off, so now she was trying to cope by taking pictures of her sweet new digs and emailing them (once she remembered how to get the pictures from her camera to her computer) to friends.
Bailey was still exploring the apartment (and probably leaving little rabbity souvenirs that the cleaning crew would just have to deal with later); Kennedy was sitting at her kitchen table with the window cracked open and the computer that wouldn't even be new and cutting-edge for eight years yet, never mind obsolete, sitting half-ignored in front of her. The constant noise of the city was familiar and comforting in its own way, a welcome change from the isolated austerity of the house out in Westchester County, but every now and then it hit her: she missed the quiet of Fandom.
The whole real-world thing was a pretty mixed bag.
[[you know that whole time-tracky thing i do? yeah. can be open for calls too. yes, i know it's only been two days. shut up. i actually held off a whole day.]]
Tomorrow morning, there'd be a car coming to take her to the airport, and from there she'd be off to Portugal to spend three weeks with Mom.
It'd been a busy couple of weeks since she'd left Fandom, and now that she finally had some downtime before she was heading out again, nervousness was setting in: almost nine years of minimal correspondence were no way to gauge what the next three weeks would be like, and she really hoped it went well. Not even a really good workout had done much to take the edge off, so now she was trying to cope by taking pictures of her sweet new digs and emailing them (once she remembered how to get the pictures from her camera to her computer) to friends.
Bailey was still exploring the apartment (and probably leaving little rabbity souvenirs that the cleaning crew would just have to deal with later); Kennedy was sitting at her kitchen table with the window cracked open and the computer that wouldn't even be new and cutting-edge for eight years yet, never mind obsolete, sitting half-ignored in front of her. The constant noise of the city was familiar and comforting in its own way, a welcome change from the isolated austerity of the house out in Westchester County, but every now and then it hit her: she missed the quiet of Fandom.
The whole real-world thing was a pretty mixed bag.
[[you know that whole time-tracky thing i do? yeah. can be open for calls too. yes, i know it's only been two days. shut up. i actually held off a whole day.]]