It’s almost embarrassing how important is has become to me to ensure that I have all of my cosplays and cosplay accessories in my car while I embark on this endeavour.
But let’s unpack that for a moment: it’s a rather large part of who I am, and they are representative of the tools I use to learn more about myself. Sure, it’s some manner of escapism, and could also be akin to a child’s attachment to a blanket or special stuffed toy. Nonetheless, it’s connected to me on a visceral level.
I write this from my work computer, at a job I’m not sure I’ll be returning to, having only begun thinking about packing.