Commission for Arisu!
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Commission for Inky!
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Icon trade for my friend Nazz!
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Overdue trade for my dear friend Blankit!
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Digital pen-and-ink commission for Loupy!
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Alrightโฆ with the train tickets and hotel (not the main hotel, but within short walking distance) both booked, I guess it is time to formally announce this: for the first time since 2019, I will be attending a furry con โback to Megaplex I go!
Iโm giddy, excited, even a tad apprehensive, itโs hard to put into words. It all happened so fast, and unexpectedly.
After Kitty’s visit, I floated the idea by Christopher, and did not expect AT ALL for him to say yes. Frankly, Iโm still processing that he did, given that weโve spent too much money this year as it is. But he did!! He really did.
To be honest, cons gradually kinda justโฆ stopped being fun for me. Itโs why I stopped attending them (well, that and other stuff). But this time, Iโll be rooming with one of my best friends in the entire world, Kitty (Blankit). So no matter what happens, I know I will have a good time!
With that said, precisely because I feel a tad anxious, please, PLEASE donโt ask me to commit to any plans/dinners/hanging outs/etc. until the weekend of the con. My main goal this con is actually to spend quality time with Kitty.
For some reason, being asked to promise potential hanging-outs or meals before the con even happens often filled me with anxiety in the past. I actually feel like I canโt say no when I am asked. So, I prefer to make plans DURING the con, spontaneously. I wonโt make any plans beforehand โsorry!
Naturally, it figures that my return should be for a Jurassic Park themed con! ๐ I likely will offer badges for at-con delivery, but I donโt think they will match the con theme. Rather, Iโd like to try selling 3D printed badges. I still have to play around with that, but thereโs plenty of time.
(That IS entirely depending on the caveat that I clear my queue first, but I do think I will. Iโve been making good progress, but the whole โhaving to write alt textโ continues to slow down my posting of finished art. I hope to have 4 to 5 pieces posted today.)
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Hello hello! I intend to restart my Weekly Summary posts properly as of next Sunday. For this week though, I started kinda randomly on Friday, as you can see, so it only encompasses a few days, up to Sunday. I haven’t blogged properly for a long time, and I admit I am really struggling to get back into it, but I am trying, because my mental health undoubtedly tanked as a result of stopping + not using my online time blocks as much, which never does me any good.
Anyway, it’s been a little too cold over here. I’ve been spending most days wearing the thermal wear I bought for the NYC trip, which I did not expect to find myself doing.
Thank you in advance to anyone who comments on this post! Though it may take me a little while to reply, your comments mean so much to me! ๐โจ๐
| ๐ญ Mood | ๐ฆ๏ธ Weather | ๐ถโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ Steps | ๐ฎ Playing | ๐ Reading |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Content, busy | Cold | 7,018 | Awakening: Moonfell Wood | Nothing today |
On Friday I finished watching Deadwood, first the show and then the movie. I liked both very much. Just wish we’d gotten more, it is such a pity that it got cancelled, but the movie was a good enough send-off. More than good enough, to be fair to it. I mostly wish that there had been more resolution to Cy’s storyline.
I worked on commissions a lot on Friday, getting several to the post-processing stage. The Stolas and Blitzรธ shirts that I got for 60% off from Hot Topic shipped, and the protectors for my Thrilljoy figures came in, so I was able to take Blitzรธ and Fizz out of their boxes:
I still can’t believe I got Fizz! ๐ซจ I got the blind box on sale and was 100% expecting Blitzรธ, 5 out of 6 boxes contain him after all. He is my favorite, so I figured I could take a chance on this blind box since I never have much luck with those. When I opened it to find Fizz inside instead, I screamed! I did consider selling him given that he is going for so much on eBay but he is my third favorite character… so I’ve opted to keep him, and went for a second go (again with a coupon) to get Blitzรธ. ๐
I also hung this silly heart light string over my Blitzรธ and Stolas plushies:
Anyway, enough about that (temporarily ๐). You may have seen me talk about a local little stray cat that I’ve been trying to help out over the unusual cold spell. His fur looks a bit rough, so Iโve named him โPatchyโ. He visited in the evening to get some food and take refuge from the weather, but he didn’t stay very long:
| ๐ญ Mood | ๐ฆ๏ธ Weather | ๐ถโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ Steps | ๐ฎ Playing | ๐ Reading |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Distracted, irritable, cheered up a lot late in the day | Cold | 5,821 | Awakening: Moonfell Wood | Nothing today |
I felt very distracted throughout most of Saturday. Watched some YouTube since I needed a break after the wonderful and intense experience that was Deadwood, and worked on owed art too. It was a very productive day! ๐ Here’s everything I finished, two for Kenny and one for Loupy:
I placed a big order today for some stuff Iโve been wanting really, really badly, courtesy of Christopher, which I will be sharing over the next few weeks as it arrives. For the most part, it is stuff to redecorate my two downstairs work areas.
In the evening, I saw that our little cat house had a visitor, but it wasnโt Patchy. It was the local baby possum visiting again. While he was snacking, Romeoโs very mean brother came by, and while there wasnโt a confrontation, the tomcatโs presence terrified the poor little guy. You can see here how he froze for several minutes:
I took him some extra food to console him (although I promise feeding possums is not my goal here, nor is it to feed all the strays regularly… in fact, with the cold over, I probably will stop for now). Eventually he unfroze and began to eat, and when he was done, I was treated to the cutest little self-grooming session:
I went to bed early on this day, but had a lot of trouble falling asleep and woke up many times during the night.
Overall though, I was in a very a happy mood about the coming purchases. I expected to miss out on most of those things since I am not taking commissions at this time, I am continually working on owed stuff, and Christopher and Fern have spoiled me all to hell as it is. I didn’t expect Christopher to let me do this but he understood how important it was. Well, “important” is a stretch of the word when it comes to special interest merch, but… he understood nonetheless. And not everyone would.
| ๐ญ Mood | ๐ฆ๏ธ Weather | ๐ถโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ Steps | ๐ฎ Playing | ๐ Reading |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Happy, excited, grateful | Sunny, cool | 8,292 | Awakening: The Goblin Kingdom | Nothing today |
Sunday I went with Christopher to Home Depot and to Sawgrass Mills. The former to get supplies to build my greenhouse… which I bought to protect my playhouse outside. A long and very dumb story I will go into at some point in the near future.
The latter to pick up my new Fizz weighed plushie (one of the purchases mentioned above). He is simply perfect, and although I meant to sleep with him, he has come to perch upon the CRT monitor and I like seeing him there so much, that it’s probably where he will stay for now:
I also grabbed a Blitzรธ acrylic keychain that I plan to turn into a standee (because the standee itself was unavailable) and a pack of blind bag buttons which contained Stolas (yay!) and Glitz and Glam (boo).
I’m also continuing to fix up my little, err, shrine. ๐ซฃ Right now I have both shows mixed up here, but I intend to only have Helluva Boss things in this area. It’s still a work in progress, hopefully completed this month, to some extent at least.
As you can tell from this post… although I’ve been a bit coy about it on social media, I have a new special interest. This one is hitting VERY differently than any special interest I’ve had in the past 15 years, and frankly, it really surprised me. So much so, that I am trying to gather my thoughts so I can write a proper post as to why.
This is both because it’s become strangely important to me, and because I know a lot of people hate anything associated with this fandom and I want to make sure I am not being overbearing about it, at least on my blog/social media, where it tends to be very polarizing. But I will simply say for now that it has affected me profoundly, which is kind of hilarious because I basically hated almost half the show on my first watch. It’s been an emotional wild ride in that regard. ๐
Anyway! When we got home I did all my chores and then poured myself a glass of wine to start playing Awakening: The Goblin Kingdom which is the third game in this old Big Fish Games hidden object series. It is also the one I first remember playing all those years ago:
At least I think this is the one I remember playing. I know for sure I remember the little own, Ran.
At one point Romeo woke up and started crying to be let out of Bad Boy Jailโข (what we call the guest bathroom/laundry room area, which has a gate he cannot jump, and where he is for certain periods on some days). So I held him on my lap for a while, petting him, while he glared and occasionally growled at Tomoyo, who glared back (somewhat magnanimously):
She was otherwise calm and did not leave her perch.
At bedtime, Christopher and I watched anime together. ๐ฅฐ We watched the latest episode of You And I Are Polar Opposites. I love it so much. Something about this specific anime reminds me about the earlier days of our relationship. Not really a comparison between our own relationship and Suzuki and Tani’s as much as the happy feeling of enjoying legit adorable anime fluff together.
It has been so lovely watching anime together again. It has actually made me consider suggesting attending MegaCon this year (to be fair, it’s been that along with my other new interest). ๐๐ For both reasons, I’m feeling back in touch with a long-lost side of myself, and I hope I can indulge in it some more.
Commission for Kenny!
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A piece for Kenny that will be turned into a physical ornament! I still need to print/make it but I’ll post a photo when I do.
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There are a lot of photos and stuff to share, so I’ve divided this adventure into several posts. Links will become available as posts are published!
WEDNESDAY ๐ THURSDAY ๐ FRIDAY ๐ SATURDAY ๐ SUNDAY-MONDAY
The next morning, it was straight back to Central Park to meet up with our driver for the morning ride. On the way there, we saw the Louis Vuitton building! It is actually currently closed for heavy renovations that are taking years to complete. So, they wrapped and decorated the entire building to look like this:
Pretty neat, huh?
While we waited for our driver, I took photos of Central Park. I am so glad I took these fall-ish photos when I did! Later, youโll see why. ๐
Some photos taken during the ride itself…
These were taken by our driver!
And some video of my mom feeding our horse:
After the ride, we had some time to kill, so we got hot chocolate at the park, at a stall that was right by the skating rink:
We climbed the huge granite rocks. I was really nervous watching my mom do it, haha. ๐
Got some pics together at the top! ๐
Then slowly made our way to the subway so we could get to the theater. I took pictures all the way through because it was so beautiful.
Interesting things jumped up at me everywhere, even on random streets, such as this fire escape:
Finally we made it to the area of theater.
Since we were early, we stopped at a cafe for a snack.
Santa ate until he was full!
I was practically vibrating with anticipation as we walked to the Vivian Beaumont Theater. But if you can believe it, I was still afraid something could happen to prevent me from seeing the show. I just could not relax about that possibility.
The menu was so neat, and themed to reference lyrics of the opening number!
The souvenir cup is fantastic. Not cheap at all and dishwasher safe. I ended up with three of them.
This was my seat. Smack dab in the middle, perfect height. Nothing blocking my view at all. Once this reality started to hit, I began to tear up, again, and cried properly during the opening number. I was so blown away by the fact that the cast of this production is practically as good as the original!
I donโt think any musical has ever gone by so quickly for me. Everything was absolutely perfect. I have no complaints, other than the fact that I can never experience Ragtime for the first time, in New York City, with this amazing cast, in this seat. This was once in a lifetime.
I was dizzy with happiness as we made our way toward our next destination: The Metropolitan Museum of Art, another lifetime dream. We walked slowly across Central Park as the sun set, and I got even more stunning photos.
When we arrived at the museum, there were several giant animal statues at the entrance. They were very unique. I didnโt take photos of all of them, but couldnโt skip the squirrel one!
At the museum, I tried to concentrate on enjoying all of the incredible art and artifacts that I may never get to see again. So, I didnโt take too many photos. I did, however, photograph their enormous Christmas tree with its impressive nativity at the base:
And I took this one photo from atop a staircase because it was so amazing:
After that, we went to Kochi for dinner. Kochi was another omakase experience, very wonderful and unique. It was getting colder and colder, now and as we reached the end of our meal, tiny snowflakes began to fall outside. They melted when they touched the ground, but it was so exciting anyway! Neither my mom nor I had ever seen any snow at all. If only we had known what was in store still!
After dinner, we walked to Times Square under that barely-snow, giddy regardless. There we bought some more โtypicalโ tourist-trap souvenirs. Iโll share those later. It was really wet and slippery on the streets due to the falling watery snow; we watched two different people slip and fall (they were ok). We took some photos there as well:
Before heading back to the hotel, we stopped at a little pizza place. It was really busy, and their pies were GINORMOUS:
Fern got one. As we walked, our box got soggier and soggier from the snow-rain, but the pizza made it to the room safely (barely). I was too full and tired to have any though, and soon fell asleep.
There are a lot of photos and stuff to share, so I’ve divided this adventure into several posts. Links will become available as posts are published!
WEDNESDAY ๐ THURSDAY ๐ FRIDAY ๐ SATURDAY ๐ SUNDAY-MONDAY
I’m so sorry, it’s been so long since the first post about this topic! ๐ Life has been, well, life. You can click on the link mentioned above to get a refresher on the first day of my trip.
Anyhow, the next morning I woke up feeling a bit more at ease knowing Romeo had been found. Looking out, this is the view that greeted my eyes. Truly awe-inspiring.
I was particularly excited for this day! It would be my day of indulging my inner child the most. But before that, our first stop would be the Top Of The Rock. We passed the Rockefeller Christmas tree on the way there:
I also looked inside the American Girl store, which was still closed. I didnโt get to go there, but donโt feel as though I particularly missed out. There were other things I wanted to see so much more.
I was really impressed by the whole Top Of The Rock experience, including the fake snow during the introductory video and the historic aspects of the place. Here are the photos I took while we were up there:
My mom took some really wonderful video of the view:
It was around this point that Christopher would tell me about the bite from Sweeney, of which he shared an obviously infected-looking photo. Iโm well aware of the danger with cat bites; they are serious: people lose fingers and sometimes whole appendages over a seemingly small cat bite that was left to heal without help, usually out of ignorance. Most people have no idea how serious it can be. It doesnโt always go wrong, but when it does, it is REAL BAD. And Christopherโs finger was already infected, in just a few hours!
You can imagine my panic. So on the one hand, I am worried about the cats (diarrhea and lack of appetite was ongoing, still) but my major concern was Christopher, and the fear that he would not take this seriously. Thankfully he heeded my advice and went right to the urgent care, where they flushed the bite and gave him horse-pill sized antibiotics (by our return he was almost all better, but it did get a little worse before it improved, much to my anxiety at the time).
I managed not to let this ruin my day for his sake, I know he didnโt want that, but it created some friction in the day because I could not help but worry.
After the Top Of The Rock experience, it was time to make one of the biggest dreams of my whole life come true: visit the FAO Schwarz toy store! I had a really big hope that Fern would buy me a Steiff teddy there. Iโve never been able to justify the cost for a real Steiff bear. Iโve spent a lot on teddies in my life, but no single teddy bear I own costs was a real Steiff bear costs. It is too much. But this was a very, VERY special occassion, a once-in-a-lifetime deal.
The line for FAO was very long. Maybe an hourโs wait? It was about a full block long. But finally we made it to the entrance, from which we had another lovely view of the Rockefeller tree:
FAO Schwarz is almost like a toy fair. Brands had their own booths, with their own attendants. Whatever you might imagine such a store to be from seeing it in movies, it was all that and more.
I immediately ran to the Schleich booth:
They even had a machine you could use to make your own animal with a pattern of your choice! I considered it, as it was affordable, but ultimately had so much trouble picking, that I moved on. I did almost grab this guy, who was wearing a FAO soldier outfit! He was so unique.
Across from the Schleich booth, there was a Brio booth:
That immediately brought Christopher to my mind. I wished so much that he had been with us.
Of course, there was a Calico Critters section!
They even had this beautiful diorama:
That is basically what I want to do with my own Calico village, and I have a ton of stuff set aside for this purpose, but I didn’t have time this Christmas (2025). Hopefully this year, 2026, I can make that project happen.
It was finally time to go see the Steiff section. I went right to the area where the fanciest bears were displayed behind glass and under lock and key. I knew which bears I specifically wanted to see in person to make my pick. One of them was not there, while two others were: the Little Drummer bear (not pictured) and the BOSS x Steiff Collection bear, pictured below all the way to the left:
I knew right away that he was my bear. What I didnโt know is that he was the only bear in the store! And had been for a while. Just sitting there, waiting for me. He is made of mohair, 5-way jointed, and is part of a limited edition of 1,000 pieces. He is made in Germany, and the most magical part, which I didnโt realize until I moved the box in the hotel room, is that he has a growler! Iโve always wanted to have a teddy with one.
This bear wouldnโt be the preferred choice of several of my friends, as he has a very stiff and hard body, more than any other bear I own. Heโs not actually stuffed with sawdust, but rather shynthetic material; however, having held sawdust-stuffed teddies, I know this is the feeling being emulated here. He is exactly what I wanted him to be.
I couldnโt leave the store without taking a photo of the piano from BIG!
I got a few more things at FAO. One was a stuffed capibara, and there were also two other plushies, called โBig Tailsโ: a squirrel and a skunk. Iโll share photos of those later. The capi would become very special to me on this trip. Firstly, I didnโt realize until we got back to the room that their name was โAsukaโ, a name Iโve never heard outside of the anime Evangelion. That was kinda cool!
But I knew they would need a different name, as I did not feel it suited them at all. And they (well, he) would get one, a little later on this day!
After dropping things off at the hotel, our next adventure would be visiting SUMMIT One Vanderbilt. I had my first New York hot dog on the way there!
We had some time to kill before the time shown on our ticket, so we explored Grand Central Terminal. โGrandโ is certainly a befitting word for this place!
About SUMMIT One: Iโll be honest, I hated this experience. We stood in line for 45 minutes only to be super blinded by the sun. I only saw about half the experience because I had to leave (by myself) or else Iโd miss my Santaland spot, which I cared a lot about. But what I saw of SUMMIT felt overblown and even annoying at times. One part while waiting in line for the elevators made me very claustrophobic and afraid of what might happen if something startled that massive crowd in such a small space. I had a 15 minute line just to be able to get on the elevator to leave the damn place, too! ๐ก
With all of that said, my mom LOVED it, and it was really mostly for her. So, it felt worth it for that.
I had a 3:00pm-3:25pm time slot to get in line to see Santa. The real Santa! So I ran off on my own, so bundled up I could barely run, but run I did, through the hectic Christmasy streets of New York City. It was just about a mile, and I ran the whole way, except when I stopped to take these two cool photos:
That ancient looking facade was just there in the middle of more modern looking buildings, I donโt know what it was, but it seemed so out of place and beautiful.
When Macyโs came into view, it hit me that getting to the actual store, to my floor, and to Santaland would still take a lot of time! My heart was in my throat. But still, I kept taking pictures whenever something like a street light forced me to wait.
When the crowds forced me to walk slowly, I took pictures too!
I had a lot of excitement, as well as trepidation. Excited to meet Santa, anxious that Iโd be too shy and chicken out, worried Iโd miss my slot, and so on. But I couldnโt stop running (or walking as fast as crowds would allow!)
Finally I was able to get in line. I made it just in time for my slot. Fern and my mom were not there, and I was sure they would not make it, because they are not supposed to let people join the line if all the party is not all present. As I ran, I didn’t know if this meant no one could join unless everyone was there, or that once I got in line, no one else in the reservation could join me.
While I waited, there was plenty to see. For example, a large set of dioramas showing scenes from the original โMiracle on 42nd Streetโ film. Here are some photos. Unfortunately it is very hard to take good pictures of these due to the light and crowds.
This was technically still outside of Santaland. When I reached the entrance, there was a beautiful, enormous Christmas train engine, and a conductor. The conductor said I could wait there for my family.
And a few minutes later, my mom and Fern did join me. Based on the info I had, Fern was under the impression that without them there, I might not be allowed to use our reservation. So he hired a very festive, Santa-powered rickshaw (also called a pedicab) to get there on time, which they did! Here’s a couple of photos my mom took during the ride:
And some video too:
I would later learn this thing was monstrously expensive, but it meant a lot to have them with me during the Santaland experience, and the ride was one of my mom’s favorite things during the trip.
Once we met up, we finally entered Santaland for real life!
The decorations inside had a handmade charm somehow. It just worked so well. Obviously, you see fancy giant animatronics and all, but there was a lot of decor that seemed handmade in the way you would have expected Buddy (from Elf) to have done. It was perfect in every way.
Speaking of the elves, they were wonderful! They all talked to the guests and made me feel a little bolder about speaking to Santa. The line moved so fast, and there was so much to see, that I hardly had time to feel nervous anyway. Here I am with one of the friendly elves, and as you can see, Iโd brought my new capi friend along:
I believe her name was Jingle Bells. You will also notice I changed my Home Alone hat for a more suitable, good-girl headband. I didnโt think Santa would appreciate the whole โMerry Christmas, you filthy animalโ on my beanie. I did get lots of comments about it while I was wearing it earlier though, my favorite from an usher at SUMMIT One Vanderbilt who approached and said with a wink, while pointing at my head โSo, how many people actually get it?โ
Here are photos of some of the animatronics and decorations we saw as we moved through the line:
This was, uh, something:
No, REALLY:
There was also a huge Christmas tree with several train tracks going around it, and a beautiful city underneath, which for me brought another pang of thinking about poor Christopher suffering at home:
I took a little video of this as well:
We passed one area where we could see two elves hard at work, choosing just the right ribbons for presents:
More photos we took throughout the walk, one with Fern and one with my mom:
Then all of a sudden you turned, and it was almost your turn to meet Santa. It comes as a bit of a surprise! Heโs in a cozy little room that is rather private. You can see who he is talking to, and the person in front of you, and thatโs it.
Now if you know me, you know I am really shy when it comes to stuff like this. I just feel too silly and self-conscious. I donโt know what got into me to make it so I didnโt feel stupid, or too shy, or embarrassed, but I didnโt. Santa was just really special and disarming. Heโs exactly how you would expect Santa to look if you knew what the real Santa should look like. He talks just like how youโd expect Santa to sound. Nothing felt forced or fake or rehearsed. He was the real deal.
He talks to every guest for a little while. So I told him how I almost missed my spot, and that Iโd ran all the way from SUMMIT One Vanderbilt just to meet him. I donโt know how to describe the expression on his face, but he seemed to tear up, and that made me tear up, too. I expected this to be a silly experience, and instead it turned out to be one of the most magical moments of my entire trip.
He asked about my capi, and what his name was. I told him he didnโt have one yet, so he said, โWhy not Santa?โ and laughed his jolly laugh, which wasnโt actually โho, ho, hoโ. It was much more natural but very jolly. Anyhow, of course my capibaraโs name is now Santa. It will never be anything else!
Speaking of, Santa actually tried attacking Santa. Iโd begged my mom and Fern to take photos but NOT record me… my mom did anyway. I guess Iโm glad she did:
These is my favorite of the official photos I ended up with (actually, a lot of them didn’t turn out so good, which is why I’m not posting them all, but I do love this one):
After the wonderful visit with Santa, we walked around Macyโs for a while. There was a large LEGO display featuring the Macyโs Thanksgiving Parade:
As well as this Bluey one!
And this Barbie house diorama:
We went to the Union Square Holiday Market afterwards, and had dinner from a few stalls there. I didnโt enjoy this as much, I think, because I was very tired and cold. But I did see a real NYC rat taking food over and over back to his nest while we were there. So many checkboxes checked!
After that, we rode the subway back to the hotel and bundled up some more for our first carriage ride, which was a very sweet and generous gift from a kind friend. This was a night ride –we already had a morning carriage ride for the next day booked, so it was wonderful to see the city and part of the park at night from the carriage, and then again during the day.
At some point during our walk to the carriage pickup area, Fern took this photo of me, and it is a very goofy photo, but also one of my favorites of the whole trip, because it encompasses the happiness and quiet wonder I felt throughout so much of the experience, so well…
Here are some photos taken during the ride, some by my mom and some by our driver. Our horseโs name was Tigger.
We went back to the hotel where I vaguely remember falling asleep while Home Alone 2 played in the background. The hotel was playing that and Elf in repeat! Haha.
Anyway these posts are sooo content heavy, I may have made mistakes… I’ll double check it later today in a few hours. Hope you enjoyed, I’ll try to not have the next one take so long!
For KimbaStarShine! Thank you so much for commissioning me.
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For SnowTheBear, also featuring Loupy! Thank you so much for commissioning me.
๐ Artwork is ยฉ 2026 by Marina Neira. You may NOT copy, color, reference, repost or use this artwork in any way or claim it as your own. Only the commissioner/giveaway winner & those featured in the artwork may repost with credit and following my Terms of Use. Scraping of my work by content crawlers, or using it for the training of generative AI software, is strictly prohibited.
Flying is not my favorite.
There are a lot of photos and stuff to share, so I’ve divided this adventure into several posts. Links will become available as posts are published!
WEDNESDAY ๐ THURSDAY ๐ FRIDAY ๐ SATURDAY ๐ SUNDAY-MONDAY
The next morning, around 8:30am, we were off to Miami International Airport! Christopher drove us there on his way to work.
We saw a really beautiful Florida-themed Christmas tree as we walked to our terminal!
All of this time, Iโm trying really hard not to think about the flight itself. I am scared of flying at the best of times. It is partly due to all the semi-permanent short staffing, poor maintenance and general worry about almost-accidents which happen more often than people realize, but I think itโs primarily the same thing that makes me hate not just roller coasters, but even small water slides or being picked up a few feet off the ground. The feeling on the pit of my stomach during takeoff or even the mildest turbulence sends me into absolute hysterics. I literally feel as though I am going to die.
This particular time I had the worst reaction of my life during takeoff. I just cried and cried. Like, full-on. I was very, very tense during taxiing, but when the engines became louder and the plane actually took off, I completely lost it. When I got that sinking feeling in my stomach as the wheels left the ground, I was crying disconsolately, as if someone had died. I simply could not stop. And because each bit of turbulence or turn or tilt made me anxious again, it was rough going until we were at full altitude. Thankfully, unlike other flights I have been on, this one didnโt have as much turbulence on the way to New York.
Now for the good things about the flight. Fern splurged and got us First Class tickets for both ways. This was something none of us had never experienced in our lives before, and possibly never will again (it’s not really worth the cost, but it’s nice to see what it’s like once). We also got to sit at the very first seats, which was really cool, but also extra scary if I thought too hard about a plane crash. ๐ It did mean a vast amount of leg room, though!
On First Class flights, you get a very fancy meal included in the price, at least with American Airlines. First they give you a warm, scented towel to clean your hands with. You get delicious hot nuts and a drink of your choice. I wish I took a picture of the meal I had picked before the flight. It was a lovely cheese and fruit plate. But I was still so distressed (it was served very shortly after takeoff) that I could barely eat any of it. I made myself at least try a bite of everything, and it was all very good. I just wish I had been more relaxed to better enjoy such a once-in-a-lifetime treat.
Once I had calmed down, I worked on a Christmas commission for a little while. At one point, Fern started scribbling on my iPad.
In spite of my hate and terror of flying, the day and the view were too beautiful to ignore. I took a couple of photos through the window:
I donโt like the landing part either, but I did not go into hysterics with that. I think the idea of touching ground in New York was a little too exciting to leave room for much else. I guess I did cry a bit when the city came into view, but mostly due to joy and disbelief than distress.
Once we got off the plane and began walking through JFK, I remember that my entire body was shaking. Unable to help myself, I began to run ahead of my mom and Fern. I do not remember a time before then when I had felt such intense anticipation, except on my wedding day right before walking down the aisle, and the night I was running down streets in Atlanta to a pub to meet Gem, Tavi, Ozzie, and other beloved friends for the first time.
At JFK, they had all sorts of strange vending machines. Even LEGO and Polly Pocket ones!
I ran and ran, continuing to pause, breathlessly, for pictures:
Here I finally stopped dead in my tracks, not exactly to let my mom and Fern catch up (Iโd left them far behind, too caught up in the moment), but because my emotions finally got the better of me. I stood there crying when this came into view. It was finally real to me. I was in New York City!
My family caught up with me, and on we went to get our luggage. I took a picture of this beautiful piece of art above one of the escalators as we went down it toward baggage claim:
Once we had our luggage, I had to bundle up! It was wonderfully cold in New York. We took the AirTrain first, and then the subway. I loved seeing the beautiful little houses from the AirTrain. The New York City Subway was just as I expected it, dirty and full of people, and picturesque in its own “big city” way. I had no complaints!
Right as we were approaching the stairs to go outside, all of a sudden I came accross a video ad for Ragtime. It was like a good jumpscare, if that makes sense, and it marked the second time I cried from happiness that day. Third? I canโt keep track. There were many wonderful and incredible things planned for this trip, and getting to see Ragtime was one of them. I had somehow temporarily forgotten!
About Ragtime: if you’ve followed me for a very long time, then you might recall that I had gotten tickets to see Ragtime for the first time right before COVID. I had found out about its revival while going to see a different show in Broward, Florida, where I live. Now, if you know this musical and the themes it touches upon, you already understand why at that specific point in time it seemed so timely and poignant, as it still does now, possibly even more. So much so, that when I started talking about it with an usher that long-ago day (the day I learned that it would soon be playing at the theater I was at that day) both me and the usher started crying. That short exchange was a small but significant moment in my life I will not forget.
Back then, knowing how much it mattered to me, Christopher got us tickets. But then COVID happened. Slow Burn Theatherโs run of Ragtime got postponed several times over many months, and was ultimately canceled altogether. Many events that we had plans and tickets for were canceled or postponed during the pandemic: some closed down forever. But none match the heartbreak that losing my chance to see Ragtime caused for me. I was devastated.
When Fern suggested the New York trip, I looked up to see if Ragtime was being performed during the days we were considering traveling in, but without any serious hope. I mean, what would be the odds? Then when I saw that it actually was, I couldnโt believe my eyes! I saw it, and then promptly closed the window and sat at my desk in a sort of processing-denial. I was not even able to discuss it with Fern until the next day because the possibility was actually too much to even mentally take in. I know all of this may seem very exaggerated but it is not. This really just happened to be one of the biggest dreams of my whole life.
Fern and Christopher worked together so we could get what (to me) were the absolute best seats in the house. I think technically others are considered better, but I would not have wanted to sit anywhere else. In any case, I digress, since Iโll share more about the day of the musical a little later. But I will tell you that when Fern gave me the credit card and told me to book the tickets, once they were booked I just sobbed and sobbed at my computer. I know I cry easily, but thatโs still a lot over just buying the tickets. I think it was partly because I was so afraid it wouldnโt happen anyway. Either the trip or the show surely would fall through. It was a happy cry of disbelief because I had the tickets, but also fear of the heartbreak and disappointment that might happen if it was canceled (again!)
Even when seeing the ad on the subway brought the thought of it all back to me like a lightning bolt. I still felt that somehow it could not happen: it was two days away, plenty of time for a calamity! But I pushed the fear aside, dried my happy tears, and took the photos. And then we went out into the streets of NYC on 5th Avenue! At which point I proceeded to cry a little again, because I was truly, really in a New York street. Honestly, I donโt know how I didnโt die of dehydration on this trip. I just cried from joy almost continously, particularly on the first day.
Fern wanted me to have what he called a โMacaulay Culkinโ NYC Christmas experience. ๐ To that end, he booked one of my dream hotels, the Lotte New York Palace; specifically, The Towers, which is its more “fancy-pants” section. He did even consider booking a room at the actual REAL Plaza, before we realized that what we thought was the price of the full stay was the rate for ONE NIGHT (lmao!!) So we had to discard that idea. But honestly, after reading the reviews for the Plaza, I am glad that we chose Lotte New York Palace instead. It seems the Plaza has really gone downhill in recent years.
Iโll share photos of the outside of our hotel a little later, but here is the absolutely wonderful lobby. It was a true Christmas wonderland! I actually took these photos on the last day of our stay, but it makes more sense to place them here.
This gingerbread rendition of the hotel was very impressive:
And now, for the view! Once I walked up to this window and saw it, I cried again.
It was the first and only time in my life that Iโve cried over how beautiful the view from a hotel room was. Can you blame me?
This is an actual photo taken from our window! I’m serious!
After getting settled in, we went to get a warm drink at the Lotteโs Winter Bar, where I had a hot buttered rum (my first ever!) and then went to walk around the area of the city surrounding the hotel. The street vents were all giving off massive clouds of steam, everything was beautiful, loud, busy and bustling, so Christmasy and soooo full of tourists. It was 110% straight out of a Hallmark Christmas movie. I could not blame the poor New Yorker that passed me by while muttering desperately under her breath, to everyone and no one in particular, โGo home already, for fuckโs sakeโ. It was really hard to navigate the streets. ๐
Our next stop was St. Patrick’s Cathedral. It was a beautiful place. It was also a little strange to go inside, because it was a proper place of worship obviously, and so vast, that there were people engaged in different services, praying in different groups, and lining up for confession, all in the same incredible space. This is one of those times where I think the original meaning of the word โawesomeโ describes it best.
Because there were so many people worshipping, it just did not feel right to be taking photos here, although plenty of tourists were doing so. I limited myself to taking a couple of photos of this wonderful crรจche:
Itโs hard to describe the beauty of the Cathedral with words. Here is a link to the official website to give you a better idea: https://saintpatrickscathedral.org/
After visiting the Cathedral, we went back to the hotel and got changed for our first special dinner. This was one of the highlights of the trip as well –but I mean, what wasnโt? Fern had booked us a reservation at The Chefโs Table, one of the most famous restaurants in New York City, with currently two Michelin stars (apparently they had three, once, and lost them, having just regained the second in November… itโs a long story). It was an omakase-style dinner with 18 courses, each being one bite or so in size. You donโt get to pick the food with omakase, you eat what is brought to the table: Chefโs choice.
Here’s some silly photos I took during the dinner:
This was my second ever omakase experience, and much more challenging than the first! I could not eat the oyster course, I find them far too gross-looking (to the point I struggle to watch other people eating them) but I forced myself to eat the raw wagyu (I do normally get squicked by raw beef, so it was hard for me) and actually liked it a lot. It was very buttery (like literal butter) and tasted smoky.
The meal was a lot of fun right up to the point of the last course. This was when I got a desperate text from Christopher. He had been trying to find Romeo for a long time to no avail, and wanted to know if I knew of any hiding spots.
Now Iโll tell you something else: the cats were not well when we left. Romeo and Elliot had diarrhea and had been occasionally vomiting, while Tomoyo only had the former, but for all of them, it was BAD. Really bad. We did not know why. Already some special medications had begun to be administered before we left, which Christopher continued to do in my stead. He also had communication with our wonderful vet. Anyway, perhaps Romeo didnโt feel well, or perhaps he was upset about being pilled so much. In any case, the ending of the meal was ruined a bit by the intense worry about Romeoโs disappearance.
After dinner, and before returning to our room, we took these photos outside the Lotteโs beautiful Christmas tree:
As we settled down in our hotel room, Romeo remained elusive. Christopher even sprayed the entire porch with the garden hose trying to scare him out, as he was growing very desperate by the end, having even looked outside around the house and checked the porch screens for any holes.
Well… Romeo would be found about two and a half hours after he had first gone missing (my times here might be off, but it was around half an hour after we got back to the room) just strolling around the screened-in porch, perfectly content. We have no idea where he might have been hiding, but the strong suspicion is that he was inside my playhouse. Christopher had checked it, but there was plenty in it for Romeo to hide behind and under. Regardless, one crisis was averted. One. The first.
What I didnโt know then is that (if I remember correctly) by this point Christopher had been bit by Sweeney (my momโs cat) when trying to give him his own pill. He hadn’t told us yet.
Weโll come back to that later. It was an… eventful few days for everyone, both in NYC and back home.
The story of one of the happiest weekends of my life, in five posts.
There are a lot of photos and stuff to share, so I’ve divided this adventure into several posts. Links will become available as posts are published!
WEDNESDAY ๐ THURSDAY ๐ FRIDAY ๐ SATURDAY ๐ SUNDAY-MONDAY
For a while now, I’ve had the trip of a lifetime planned for mid-December, 2025. I hesitated to talk about it anywhere beyond telling three or four very close friends, not just because I didnโt want to jinx it, but because it felt pretty darn wrong to be taking this trip when Iโve recently been asking for monetary help for my animals, and to say this was an expensive trip is the understatement of the century (although in my defense, I received this trip as a gift: I paid for nothing, except for some toys that I bought with funds made by selling a few dolls).
Now that the trip has actually happened, and I’m back home and can no longer jinx it, I am ready to share it in full detail, but first I want to talk a little more about how it came to happen at all, and my concerns about sharing such a luxurious experience, which makes me more than a little self-conscious. You may think Iโm going on too much about this, but I donโt use the word “luxury” in a hyperbolic way.
A similar trip had been canceled previously (due to COVID), and this time, once again, had been booked months in advance, before a lot of the recent more serious cat problems happened, and before all of my health expenses too. Fern put a lot of his very hard-earned income into giving me and my mom a once in a lifetime experience โone that most people donโt ever get to have. Itโs not something that will be ever be repeated in the same way in my life, and it will be many months before we recover from the expense.
When the trip was booked, there were less concerns about the cats’ health and none about mine that I was aware of (at least not in the way that I am now). As the date approached and this situation changed, I definitely felt that it was not right to go… But I couldnโt do that to Fern, who had already paid several non-refundable deposits, or to my mom, who is well over 70 and wonโt get another chance. And everything has been so royally fucked (forgive my strong language) for me for two years and counting, that I didnโt want to do it to myself, either. I have not caught a break in a long time. I needed something good to happen to me. Anything.
Iโll put it this way. I still have bucket list items and dreams, but they are all so much smaller than the ones that finally came true last weekend. It was so many of them. I am still tearing up just writing about it. In terms of indescribable joy, put this trip right up there with my arrival to the US, with my wedding day, with the day I met several very beloved friends in person in Atlanta after knowing them online for years. All of these events are very different, but they are those highlights of pure bliss in my life that will not easily be repeated. Itโs one of those handful of things that you just know are the happiest moments of your life.
I emphasize this so much because I know that I have a lot of people who care about me. I know Iโve worried a lot of you. And itโs not like my life is all hunky-dory now. Even as I write this, I’ve just gone over one of the worst Christmas weekends of my life. But this trip has filled me with such good energy, that I feel like I can better take on 2026 –at least once I recover from the last few days. ๐
Anyway. Let me tell you about some of the happiest days of my life!
Wednesday evening my mom came over to spend the night so we wouldnโt have to pick her up on the way to Miami International Airport. She brought Sweeney with her, since Christopher would be looking after him as well. Christopher was a saint, staying behind to look after the cats. In addition to that, he still had to go to work, and his back would have been destroyed with all the walking, which is why he did not join us. But it was very sad not to have him there, even knowing that the trip could not have happened without his help. In the end, his back would be more wrecked by the cat caretaking and other issues related to them than if he had traveled with us. Poor Christopher… but we will get to that.
I had no place to put Sweeney besides my most precious playroom (AKA, the guest room), as it the only room in the house where I do not allow any cats ever and don’t intend to ever do so, and so it is not as likely that a cat will be in there and pee if they smell a stranger unless they sneak in without me noticing.
Sweeney is very old, and other than being a cable-chomper (I unplugged everything and covered my decorative lights in duct tape) he isnโt one to mark or cause other destruction. Still, I am so permanently traumatized by feline calamities, that I prepared the room like this:
The reason you see the closet door mirrors covered in paper as well, is that mirrors are a huge trigger for this cat for some reason, at least in our home. I think he thinks itโs another cat, even though he has seen himself in mirrors before. So, based on a prior experience, I covered the closet doors.
Tomoyo could smell him though, and was none too thrilled. She stood guard by his door, so I put a towel as a barrier.
In spite of my excitement, I passed out like a rock. I was so tired from all the prep. I’ll be posting the rest of the posts as soon as I can!
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