i think it is a byproduct of having my personal belongings spread between Charleston, Rock Hill, Queens and Manhattan, but i don't really feel entirely put together.
today was the day that my gramma no longer needed 24 hour care, so i am now in the city with the intention of staying here for reals. except all of the personal belongings i brought with me from the south are still in the care of my gramma, for fear of a bedbug resurgence. it almost feels like living as a refugee, except in an upscale studio apartment instead of a UNICEF tent. same bug problem, better regulated environment. less politically charged strife.
i have to accept the fact that it'll be a pretty good bit of time and a whole lot more energy to get to a place where Milo and i can live happily in a little alcove together. and i still have not dealt with the idea that maybe moving Milo from a lake-side indoor-outdoor setting with birds n molez n volez to a totally indoor tiny studio apartment surrounded by cars and noise is not such a nice thing to do to a young pee cat.
i just don't know.
what i do know is that this cafe that i'm in smells like sage and incense and good food and dark lighting and velvet couches and it's my first Friday in Manhattan and i'm going to celebrate.
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