The Death of Adam

Yeah, it's not one of those  before and after's. I'm still a potato. But I'm a potato who is trying very hard to keep their blog updated. All is going well, the apartment is clearing out, and next week I'm flying 1700km south and not coming back. For a while. On a side note, my sister broke up with her fiance . It happened on the day I had my two teeth removed (did I write about that? I should have) and that day was still the best day of the week. I mean, it's caused some kerfuffles with my plans but omfg, Nobby Doldrums will not  be my brother in law! That's a celebration right there!

My everyday look right now. I haven't updated in a while. Sorry about that. It's just over a week now from D-Day and I'm aware of just how fast time is slipping away. Cinnamon (my tortoiseshell) is gone now. The guy who came to get her seemed to know how to handle a scared kitten, which was miles above the family that wound up scaring the shit out of her. It's really not that strange; she's spent 90% of her life with me and one other cat in my apartment. She's living with a family now, and it's another reminder that things are ending here. I'm... coping. I think. I'm still pretty scared but I'm fairly certain I can make this work, even if only for a little while. I'll be staying at my parents' house for a while ( euuuuuggghh ) before I fly out so I can focus on the apartment. It occurred to me that when I leave Mackay, it will probably be the last time I see the family mutt, too. He hasn't been well, and it might not be lon...

Sorry about the blur. I have hand tremors and struggle to hold things still.