The mid-day sun woke me with a gentle reminder that I am to journey abroad tomorrow. I searched in vain for my maid as I needed her to tidy the room, pack my bags, and lay out my traveling clothes.
I fear she has been taken by the plague. Or vampires. Either way I shall have to release her from her duties and hire someone else.
I feel terribly remiss as many of my garments seem to need repairing, another task that lazy girl should have done. I believe it will be okay to travel with them as they are, how cold can it be in New York at this time of the year?
The clock is currently striking fifteen until seven in the evening. I am anxiously awaiting the return of my driver; it will be a good many hours until we need to leave, but I have some last minute preparations I would like to make.
We will travel at half past two to a coach station where a motorcar will receive and conduct us to the airfield so that we will arrive there at half past five. I am filled with a nervous sort of energy. I cannot wait to see sights unseen, but I am nervous to climb into the sky.
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withthespiritofpennylane said:
And did I not warn you about that insolent girl. She’s positively incompetent from what I remember, and a bit dreamier than she ought to be…(I also think you should just write a One Act based off of this journal you’re keeping. It’d be brilliant.)
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