It’s been a long day. Very long. We woke up around 8:30, got breakfast, ran a couple of errands, took a walk, took a shower, said goodbye, cried, looked for our cat, took a walk with new housemates, tried to cook, failed to cook, nursed a migraine, stared at instagram, looked for our cat, cried, talked the ears off of both housemates in a feverish attempt to both belong and cry less, looked for our cat.
Now it’s nearly midnight, my brain and heart are still in Winnipeg, where it’s 2am, and I am so fucking sad. Puppy keeps looking for him too.
The house is quiet, everyone is in bed. I faked it all day. I managed all day. And now, now there’s nothing to stop me crying. I’m in a wonderful new place, with wonderful new people, with a room that’s so big, 2 cats, 1 dog, and 2 humans will have plenty of room. And yet, there’s nothing to stop me crying.