One year gone.

In less constantly pretending to be a happy bean Tsuzuki Asato Syndrome news, I got a slew of packages of random nonsense in the mail today, which I don’t think my mother is wholly amused by, but…like, if I pay my rent and my utilities bills on time…I’m good? Or, I should be. Also, today it’s been one year. I don’t feel good, I feel lost, I feel like I’m trying to scry into the future using an onyx stone in a pitch-black room; I’ll take what little dopamine I can afford.

Also, arrival of new home: September 12th.
Still no news on when it will be finished, which is not ideal, and sort of doing a number on my mental health, but hey. Like I said, it’s been a year. I’m used to it, now.

I don’t like it at all, but I’m definitely used to it.

I’m afraid of suffering through another summer* where I am, but maybe a minor miracle might occur and they’ll get right onto it. I don’t know. If you don’t hope, you can’t be disappointed. That’s logic.


* and do keep in mind, Queensland summers are six to seven months long, so. yup. it’s great fun being aestophobic.