So, since the last time I've written...
I went to WorldCon
Came home, found out my housemate had found a house to move into.
Scrambled to find an apartment
Got an apartment
Moved
Changed jobs
Got injured on the job
Lost my job
Three months of unemployment
Returned to the old temp company (same position at the same company. They asked for me by name!)
Lost my apartment due to paycheck mix up and had 7 days to vacate my apartment.
My beloved familiar of 16 years died in my arms during the frantic move.
My younger cat is living with my parents and their cats, being a total grumpus.
And I am now living between a 10 x 10 storage unit and a small travel trailer owned by good friends and living with them while I pay for my financial folly.
On top of this, people I thought of as friends have visciously cut me out of their lives over a simply communications misunderstanding and are apparently attempting to encourage others to do the same.
But I have a good job that I enjoy, with loads more responsibility than I used to have.
I'm (slowly) paying off bills.
I'm spending more time with the chosen family, bonding with nephews and such and not sitting alone in my apartmet and crying.
I'm devoting my time to the people who want to be in my life vs. chasing the ones who keep walking away.
Trying to build a bridge to estranged siblings.
Getting more into my crafting (and dragging others with me).
I've restarted my food blog (and again, dragging others with me) and it seems to be doing well. In that I've got followers other than my mom. (Love you Mommy!)
I've adopted a gerbil. That's right a gerbil, named Badger. She survived 30+ hours in a cage with 3 ball pythons and her favorite thing is to get in her rolly ball and chase the cat/ dogs/ humans. She is bad ass.
More to follow. Love to the universe and all of you.
