2014

 This diary will continue.  I won’t lose internet access when I move.

Life will get better.  (I have faith that it will)

All things in their own time, and I feel like life has prepared me for this.  All that has happened can and will be a guide to show me where to go, how to get there, and what to do when I do get there.

Honestly, sitting here in my apartment, isolated, I never thought anything like this would happen, that it had already and that I fucked it up long ago.

It’s so cliche:  They say when you stop looking, it happens, and by golly, it does seem true.

Is this risky?  Yeah.

Will this work out?  It looks like it will…

But who knows what the future brings?  Don’t we take it on faith that the sun will rise next year too?

Is this the right thing to do?  Am I thinking with "the little head" and not the big one?

(and since the little one hasn’t been up to the job in years, what does it matter what that slacker thinks?)

Well, she is not the sole reason for moving.  I need to change things up, move on with my life, and it does seem like I’m in a corner here, that a big change is needed, that I’m not going anywhere but am on survival mode now.

Will I regret this?  Maybe, but probably not.  That maybe is there in most of the things we do in life.

Am I being a selfish cat?

It’s kind of our nature, so, yeah, maybe so.

Onwards.

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