Update #1
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...
