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Show 103 She had accumulated thousands of subscribers since she started those blogs in the months leading up to her New York life. She would say to her viewers, "It's a little hard being out here, not knowing any one, but it's good to feel like me. You know?" Sometimes she talked about Utah, mostly to express thanks that she was out of that "God forsaken" area. The blogs were usually boring, but Erin had developed a national following in trans communities as a result of them. When she was promoted, she no longer had access to a digital camera, so she asked for a new one in her "last" blog and set up a Paypal account. A new digital camera was paid for three times by the next day. I booked a late night flight, showed up to the Salt Lake airport two hours early, carried my brown suitcase through the sliding doors and prepared myself to see non-Palmyra New York for the first time. In the airport I made it through security without pausing to leam my flight had been delayed an hour. The Salt Lake City airport felt subdued, developing the new, slower rhythms of night. The people were spaced out and, except for some background music and the intercom announcements telling us not to leave our bags unattended, it was quiet. I bought some coffee from an automated machine and sat down next to some Chex mix which was saving the seat of a kid who was asleep on the floor. His mom was also asleep, sitting up, with an open magazine on her lap. A girl with a sparkly, toothpaste-colored bag sat across from me. |