Hi, my name is Leslie.
I’m an astronaut, I’m 25, and I’ve been living alone in deep space for the past 214 days.
My only companions? A dog named Fritz, a broken wrench 🔧, and way too many feelings.
Every week I post a new logbook entry — real ones.
The kind where I fix the hull… and cry a little.
The kind where Fritz falls asleep on my lap and I forget to be scared.
The kind where I look at Earth through the window at midnight and think:
I love you. I miss you. I’ll be back.
This is that story.
New entry every week.
📡 Hit subscribe. We could use the company.
