Finding Baggage Claim 6: Recent Episodes
Christopher Shine
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in- economy plus, it was $50 to upgrade - a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim. The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses – I know - none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother; and that, though I never saw it coming – you never do, do you – I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
Do you ever get that feeling you got to the party late and the best you can hope for is few free rounds at the open bar before it either closes or switches to cash? That's the feeling. Everything with us was uncertain.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist:
“Konstantine” - Something Corporate
“Supercut” - Lorde
“Already Gone” - Sleeping at Last
"Good Thing Going" - Lin Manuel Miranda & Colin Donnell
"Some Might Say" - Oasis
Apple Playlist:
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
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However bright your lights may be this season, I hope the spirit finds you.
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Of all the chapters I've written so far in this little story, this one was the hardest. Do we feel it when the end is coming? Through moves and flights and mandatory removal of shoes, I felt something coming, but I wasn’t sure what it was. A new country, a new radio station, a new show, new friends, and no real plan.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist:
“Come Monday” - Jimmy Buffet
“River” - Leon Bridges
“I Swear” - Dave Hause
"A Girl Like You" - Edwyn Collins
Apple Playlist:
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
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Growing up in the 80’s we heard a lot about cigarettes. The goal was to educate, to create a healthier future, and obviously, to keep us from smoking. The messaging made its way into magazines and TV commercials and even sitcom story lines. And it worked too. At least on Arnold from Different Strokes. And his friend Dudley. And me. Everyone seemed to know cigarettes were terrible. So, I asked my mother one day, why Grandma smoked. My kid mind couldn’t wrap itself around the idea that she’d keep doing something she knew was bad for her. Grandma started when she was young, my mother explained, way back when almost everyone smoked, even The Flintstones, when no one knew the effects, and she’d become addicted. I was like 9 or 10, so the concept of addiction, the power of it, was lost on me. I was blissfully naïve. Who wasn’t? Smoking was bad and I thought she should just stop.
I wasn’t so naïve though that I didn’t wonder, way back then, what thing we thought was harmless would later turn out, like cigarettes, to be terrible, but we’d go on using it because we were addicted. For the longest time I was sure it was going to be microwaves. Right on into college, where I slept with a microwave just inches from my head and was by then fairly certain it wasn’t going to be THE THING, I still wondered what it would be. I’ve always found that when you ask The Universe a question, in your thoughts or in a whisper, and you do it long enough, eventually, you’ll get an answer.
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Sometimes you have to hold your breath and hope. It doesn't always work out, you don't always get your wish, they're fragile, the intangibles. In the end though, nothing stays the same, nothing goes on forever, but if you're lucky, now and again, you'll get a wink you'll never forget. And if you're extremely lucky you'll get just what you wanted for your birthday.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist:
“About You” - The 1975
“Settling” - Ripe
"Never Tear Us Apart" - INXS
Apple Playlist:
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
FindingBaggageClaim6.com
Sometimes you have to hold your breath and hope. It doesn't always work out, you don't always get your wish, they're fragile, the intangibles. In the end though, nothing stays the same, nothing goes on forever, but if you're lucky, now and again, you'll get a wink you'll never forget. And if you're extremely lucky you'll get just what you wanted for your birthday.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist
“About You” - The 1975
“Settling” - Ripe
"Never Tear Us Apart" - INXS
Apple Playlist
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
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We’re meant to miss some of the signs I think. Otherwise, we’d be frozen in fear, stuck in place, we couldn’t keep going. We couldn’t enjoy the journey, or have a second cookie, or befriend flight attendants or rent cars or radio shows- also, I’d have way too many clothes. There’d be no scars or stories, no enchanting tales to tell.
It was all unplanned, and still, we found a place to land.
(This episode features a few adult words - just 2)
Song pairings for the story, the playlist:
“By Christmas Eve” - John Legend
“Sweet Baby James” - James Taylor
“Out of the Woods” - Ryan Adams
Apple Playlisthttps://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pdSpotify Playlisthttps://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
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It was all unplanned. Two cameras, two cities, no script, no map and still , we found a place to land.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist
“Pictures of You” - The Cure
“Chinatown” - Bleachers feat Bruce Springsteen
Apple Playlist
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
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We all need a little vision correction sometimes...
Song pairings for the story, the playlist
“Wet Suit” - The Vaccines
“Recycled Air” - The Postal Service
“Colorful” - Rocco DeLuca & The Burden
“Threadbare Gypsy Soul” - Pat Green
"Keep the Car Running" - Arcade Fire
Apple Playlist
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
We all need a little vision correction sometimes...
Song pairings for the story, the playlist
“Wet Suit” - The Vaccines
“Recycled Air” - The Postal Service
“Colorful” - Rocco DeLuca & The Burden
“Threadbare Gypsy Soul” - Pat Green
"Keep the Car Running" - Arcade Fire
Apple Playlist
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
Careers and chocolates and a cross country trip. Could I?
Song pairings for the story, the playlist
“Big Ideas” - The Boxer Rebellion
“Boston” - Augustana
“Fade Into You” - Mazzy Star
“If You Ever Leave, I’m
Coming with You” - The Wombats
Apple Playlist https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pdSpotify Playlist
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
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A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
First love. First heartbreak. And a bag.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist
“Love on the Brain” - Rihanna
“No One Is To Blame” - Howard Jones
“All Too Well” (10 min) - Taylor Swift
“Weddings and Funerals” - Jake Wesley Rogers
“Homecoming” - Josh Ritter
Apple Playlist https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pdSpotify Playlist
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
First meetings and first kisses and lessons in hotel room maintenance.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist.
“Wake Me” - Bleachers
“By Your Side” - Sade
Apple Playlist
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
Crushes and questions. Sweet things like boys and hats.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist.
“Los Angeles” - HAIM
“Landslide” - Smashing Pumpkins
“The Freshmen” - The Verve Pipe
“Moon River” - Frank Ocean
Apple Playlist https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
Crushes and questions. Sweet things like boys and hats.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist.
“Los Angeles” - HAIM
“Landslide” - Smashing Pumpkins
“The Freshmen” - The Verve Pipe
“Moon River” - Frank Ocean
Apple Playlist https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
A long distance date under the moon. There’s always more time, And we’ll again talk soon.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist.
“Wait” - M83
“Such Great Heights" - Madi Diaz & K.S. Rhoads
Apple Playlist https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.
There were trunks to unpack. An ocean of words unsaid. And Clementine’s.
Song pairings for the story, the playlist.
“My California” - Beth Hart
“The Way I Tend to Be” - Frank Turner
Apple Playlist https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd
Spotify Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.
The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.
I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.