I'm still flying. [That's not much.] It's enough.

[centerspire]

I'm "happy" to report that I'm doing much better than my last post. I'm finally getting over my cold. I'm still exhausted emotionally, physically, and mentally.

Thank God for good friends with cool heads. I had lunch with Alex on Monday. She told me many, many things. All of which I needed to hear. Most especially, that it's not my fault. I went to KSC with starsfell on Tuesday, and she, of course, soothes my soul in a way I can't describe. [WHO SAYS BEING A GQMF DOESN'T HAVE IT'S PERKS?]

I'm now looking forward to living alone. Buying a ridiculous amount of home goods from IKEA. And many other things (not the least of which, running the dishwasher when I want).

I'm not looking forward to packing. Finding eight years of belongings in mingled places. Of finding an apartment. Of moving. Of being alone.

Yes, I know I'm not alone.

I'm still very upset. But not at having to move. I'm upset at losing my best friend, even though we still live in the same house.

I know I will be okay. I know a lot of things can happen in a year. It still doesn't really feel like it right now.