Fly Away

I went on a broom for the first time since I died.
It was a bit nerve wracking. I don't trust myself anymore.

I've been trying to work myself up to making jumps, but I've missed the landing more times than I ever did when I was starting, and I know it's just because I don't trust me anymore. It's strange to be so terrified of everything.
So I decided it was time to at least get back up in the air.


It felt just as much like freedom as I remembered.
Probably took me twenty minutes before I felt safe pulling tricks. There wasn't anything else to focus on. No bludgers, no beaters. No keepers. No quaffles. No screams of a crowd to distract me. I was able to pull stunts I haven't done since my coordination went.

I know I'm not sick anymore. And I just need to remember that. Still...I keep being terrified. What if it suddenly kicks in and I don't realize it? What if this time, my coordination goes first and I'm in the middle of a jump?

Sorry to everyone for being quiet.
I closed the deal on the ranch. The old owner's daughter has been helping me figure things out and choose some good horses.

Fred? You and your mum should come by.
I want to have a house warming party.
I guess that's what you're supposed to do when you move into a real place you plan to stay in?

[Private to self]
( It's terrifying... )
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I've found a different home I'm thinking of buying.
It's a bit up North from where I am. They've got a pretty good plot with some stables and a running track for horses. It's a farm, I guess. Though not with crops, so I don't know what you'd call it. The sort of one where you have animals, but I'm a bit bollocks at these things. Give me busty blonds, a broom, and a brandy, and I can tell you their cupsizes, max speed, and vintage with just a touch and taste of each. As for the things most smart folks can recognize...well...I reckon I'm not too ace at that.

The home is huge, though. Two stories with a basement. It was the sort of spot I saw on my trips to the US where I dreamed of settling down to start a family. I know that Amy liked the idea.
I hope they got that place we were looking at. I hope Hailey grew up well.

Hebrides, Scotland. I don't think I would have wound up here if I had a choice. Probably would never have considered it. It is beautiful, though.

I went for a run this morning. Second day here and I thought, why not explore a bit? The town is nice, and the water front is nicer. Maybe soon I'll spare some change to get a good broom and see how it goes from there.

This is a strange afterlife. Or second life.

It's not completely ideal, though neither was the world before. I'm sure I'll become ecstatic or indignant eventually, but I think for now I'll reserve judgment. It's just nice to finally be healthy. I had forgotten what it was like until I opened this and realized I could read the entries.

Still a bit slow, but even before the sick messed with my head, I wasn't the sharpest quill in the Weasley kit.

( It makes sense that it should happen this way - History )