Party Kitties

Hello!

I feel so bad that I've let a whole month go by without writing. I guess July has been quite busy. It's slowed down now though. I was actually not ok last month because stupid me thought it would be alright if I went off my medication but apparently as you can see by my last post it was not a good idea and I was crying every day. UNFORTUNATELY since I am now starting it again, my body has to get used to it and I've had a headache for a whole week (which has now thankfully subsided), so hopefully it was a symptom of that and not some sort of other thing that is about to take me out in the near future!

Enough of that though. A couple weeks ago I visited my partner again up north in the faraway land of Muskoka, Ontario. (By far-away, I mean a four hour drive, or a six hour bus ride). It was kind of awful. I don't know. I got there late, I was very emotional, we didn't get much alone time, I felt lonely, and then I was off. It made me doubt our relationship. We were supposed to camp outside in a tent but they brought like NOTHING and I was cold and scared and anxious and there were too many people. The one thing I did enjoy was when I discovered new music on the drive. I had the most magical time coming home. It's so silly, I can't even describe it. It really felt magical. The sun was so gorgeous; I watched it go down and turn to a beautiful pink, and I got to see the city lights at night. I listened to Kokomo IN, Boyish, and Everybody Wants to Love You by Japanese Breakfast on the way there and some Esther Rose on the way back and cried both times. It was like, transcendental. I love staring out of windows, and I love travelling. The journey is always a million times better than the destination. 

THEN it was my birthday! On the 14th! I have now reached the old age of 23! Just wait til I'm 25, that'll be a real hoot. My actual day was blah, but that's okay. I don't like birthdays. On the Friday of that week my sister and I went to Toronto to dance our butts off at the club like we had done once before, but it was really loud and busier than our small town's venue. Duh. I don't think I like clubs all that much. I lasted maybe two hours before I wanted to go home. My partner was in town too, hanging out with their friends and I thought about them the whole time. When I went home they left their friends to come stay with me and it was a really, really nice time. I felt more confident finally having them in my space. I liked having more control over the situation since they were the guest for once. And we actually hung out one-on-one instead of being around their friends or family so that made me so happy. It was just a very lovely time, we had yummy food and napped together on my stupid-tiny twin bed and we went to the kitty cafe which had like a billion kitties, even some tiny babies. My favourite was Mr. Leo who is a resident kitty there, which means I'll get to see him again next time I go. If there is a next time that is, I'm moving away in a month. My GOD. I'll be very busy. I need to be more grateful for this period of quiet dullness. I need to be more grateful for the opportunity to actually do things. I mean, sure I'll be in a billion dollars of debt by the end of this, but it'll be fun. I think. I'm moving two hours away at the end of August for grad school, and my partner is moving with me to a town that is 30 minutes away, so maybe we'll be able to connect more then. We've been together now for six months but half of that has been online and I feel as though we haven't really grown as a couple due to that, so something needs to change. I'm excited to celebrate the seasons with her. I saw in September, met her in November, but we didn't start dating til January, so experiencing those months actually together will be nice. Anyways, blah blah blah yucky couple stuff, I'm sorry. It's gross, I KNOW. That's all that's really been going on right now, though. In September I'll write more varied things, I swear. 

BYE! HAVE A GOOD ONE :-)

Me n Mr. Leo (not to be confused with Mr. Theo)

Me sweaty n gross after in da clurb bathroom #neveragain