Space obsession, queen confessions.
Dear Little Me, Hey, you with the wide eyes and the shuttle posters taped crooked on your bedroom wall. The one who pressed her face to the TV screen every time a launch countdown started, heart pounding like the engines were inside your chest. The one who cried real tears when the last shuttle touched…
I’m not going to pretend I’m calm when a Starship integrated flight test is on the schedule. I’m the opposite of calm. I’m the person who sets three alarms, checks the stream an hour early, and still somehow misses the countdown because I’m pacing the room. I’m the one refreshing NSF and SpaceX’s X feed…