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We've Got Movement!
Sep. 9th, 2026 02:25 pmI couldn't possibly jot down everything of interest from the last almost-month, so I'm not even going to try.
I'm living in a new place now. A place that in many ways is better than my last place, though in some ways is perhaps a little more dubious. It certainly doesn't feel like home yet, though how could it? In any event, my former home is no longer mine.
I love the central air, the in-building laundry, the dishwasher, the balcony, and perhaps most of all the sense that the move is now largely behind me, after two weeks of significant stress and three months of anxiety about the whole thing.
Holly invited me to the fair Sunday afternoon, and that was a good get-out-and-do-something, though I was tired the whole time and it basically consumed what little social battery charge I'd managed to restore to that point.
But, I think every day I feel a bit more like myself than the day before.
I haven't heard from Jake since early July, and I've largely given up on him. If after FCL was his chance to prove to me that he was serious about restoring my faith in him, then he's failed rather miserably.
I've got Buster and Inkjet rooming with me at FurPoc, which I'm excited about because they were both fun to spend time with last year. I invited Fabre to share my bed but he's being a flake, which is too bad, but I'm so over going out of my way to give people chances right now. Nocturne would have been my preferred roommate, of course, but see above.
Exeter is now expressing interest in attending FP as well, which...I'd be happy enough to see him again, but I admit I'm not conjuring up a lot of enthusiasm, though I also still have move-brain. But also he's barely expressed any interest in how I was doing during the whole thing.
I'm living in a new place now. A place that in many ways is better than my last place, though in some ways is perhaps a little more dubious. It certainly doesn't feel like home yet, though how could it? In any event, my former home is no longer mine.
I love the central air, the in-building laundry, the dishwasher, the balcony, and perhaps most of all the sense that the move is now largely behind me, after two weeks of significant stress and three months of anxiety about the whole thing.
Holly invited me to the fair Sunday afternoon, and that was a good get-out-and-do-something, though I was tired the whole time and it basically consumed what little social battery charge I'd managed to restore to that point.
But, I think every day I feel a bit more like myself than the day before.
I haven't heard from Jake since early July, and I've largely given up on him. If after FCL was his chance to prove to me that he was serious about restoring my faith in him, then he's failed rather miserably.
I've got Buster and Inkjet rooming with me at FurPoc, which I'm excited about because they were both fun to spend time with last year. I invited Fabre to share my bed but he's being a flake, which is too bad, but I'm so over going out of my way to give people chances right now. Nocturne would have been my preferred roommate, of course, but see above.
Exeter is now expressing interest in attending FP as well, which...I'd be happy enough to see him again, but I admit I'm not conjuring up a lot of enthusiasm, though I also still have move-brain. But also he's barely expressed any interest in how I was doing during the whole thing.
