Yup, after almost five years in the same apartment, it’s time to move. I have a lot of bittersweet memories of my son, Joe, and my cat, Lancelot, here, but though they are full of love, they are also full of pain.
Joe has moved on, has a daughter and a beautiful girlfriend. They keep in touch, which is fantastic, but they are not here with me. Lancelot, has passed on, and this, more than anything, is proving the impetus for me moving.
I lost Lancelot to FIV back in March of this year, and it still hurts a lot. I miss him, and I cry at the mere thought of him. This is not conducive to having a happy life or moving on from this loss. I don’t want to forget him, there’s no way I could seeing how he touched my life, but I don’t want to be sad any more. I have not replaced him with another cat, I just tend to strays who need a little help now and again.
By moving, even to a place that is only going to be a stop over for maybe a month, I hope to get my mental equilibrium back and be able to focus on living life more, being happier and more productive.
I have NaNoWriMo coming up, and I want to complete it this year!
See you on the flipside and don’t forget your towel and sonic screwdriver!!
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