This blog consists of my many fandoms, and cats. I also post quite a bit about my daily and personal life. Amongst these you will find things that make me laugh, things that make me happy, things that turn me on, things that upset me, and just general things.
I’m not yet ready to leave. I never am. But it seems like this time, even more so. I’ve had such a great time up here, with all of my family. I feel like I’ve gotten a lot closer to them this year. There was no drama, and I just felt so much love everywhere I went.
For the first time in a year, I haven’t felt any traces of my depression. I’ve felt light, and free, and like I’ve been able to breathe. And for the longest time, I was thinking that Grandma wasn’t here with me, personally. But I think she has been, and I think she’s been alleviating all my emotional stress and pain. Because when she was alive, she always said she wished that she could.
I’ve loved sitting out in the sunshine with everybody, talking, and talking, while I work on writing my story. I have loved playing with my aunt’s cat, Charlie, and laughing at all his silly little antics. I’ve loved getting ice cream every night, and going for bike rides, and seeing all sorts of wildlife.
Even though camping kind of bombed (cold, and windy - so hardly any fishing, and no tubing, or swimming), sitting around and shooting the shit with everyone has been a blast, and I’ve laughed so much, and really felt a part of something.
I’m going to miss this. I know I’ll come back next year. But I have the option to stay longer this year, if most of me didn’t want to get back to see my babies. And make it to all of my doctor appointments. And meet new friends. And hug my Marty!