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I just landed back on Earth- though you'll never guess how. After beginning my descent back to Earth, I started getting ready for the hardest part of all- parachuting down to Earth's intricate surface. My hobby of parachuting for fun was the reason I was chosen by the Soviet government to complete this mission. "I can do this" I told myself as I stared bravely out of one of my three capsule windows. The view was the same as always-breathtaking, the vast wilderness of unexplored...well, space, was captivating, and I forgot all of my worries for a few moments of peace. I was jarred back to my mission the moment my capsule reached 6 miles above the round mass I call home and I was told that the parachuting process was beginning. My stress levels were high, but I was prepared and determined. As the capsule reached 4 miles, I was ejected into Earth's atmosphere, the force whipping my head around, in doing so placing a painful bruise right on my nose. That aside, it was easy, for the most part. However, Mission Control did have trouble finding me after I landed, and I had to wait a couple hours for them to show up. Now I'm on the way to lunch, but I thought I'd share exactly what happened during landing- just don't tell the Soviet government I said so.

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Hello, everyone! Today is, in fact, my second day in space. If I'm being honest, it's pretty boring up here. I'm just taking observations and monitoring systems to make sure everything is running right. Each beep of the elaborate systems that allow me to travel through space makes me jump. However, it's kind of comforting; it’s eerily quiet up here, but you never know when you’ll encounter something that turns the entire sleepy, calm, (and kinda creepy) environment into a chaotic, tense, unprecedented complication. I know it sounds a bit unrealistic to be thinking of aliens, but what about a system malfunction, or my little capsule goes off-course, or what if I get sucked into one of those Schwarzchild singularities (I think they’re starting to call them black holes). Well, that aside, my time has been quite uneventful. Right now, I am eating applesauce from a tube. It actually tastes pretty good, unlike most of the food up here. Usually, the food is chalky in texture, flavorless, and, well, disgusting. But, I have to choke it down. Well, I have to go check on the flight path, I’ll try to write again as soon as I can.

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It is my first morning in space, though you can't really tell up here. Yesterday was the most stressful day of my entire 26 years of life. Before takeoff, I was fine, I suppose it hadn't really sunken in that I was about to leave the only home I'd ever had, or anyone had for that matter. However, once I got into the little pod that would catapult me into space, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The immense stress poured over me and I began to feel as though I were drowning; I realized that not only was I going to be the first woman in space (if all went well), but I was also the youngest person to leave Earth's atmosphere. Talk about pressure.