Are we there yet? (No!)

I want it to be July. Pronto.

It’s kind of unsettling, having two homes. Especially when you really can’t wait for one of them to be the only one. Even when the soon-to-be-ex-home is actually a really good home. More and more of my crap ends up at Crave’s place by the day … and one of these days (the day my cat gets moved) that’ll pretty much be it. I find myself worrying sometimes about when I’m going to stop by this home and get stuff on my way to this home, and how I can get from here to here to here in time to do this and that, and blah blah freaking bleargh. It’s just making things complicated, and while I’m pretty fucking happy with my life right now, I also can’t wait for things to get simple. I feel like I’m really close to having my bizarre little existence be as good as it’s ever been, and there’s nothing that makes me itchier than almost being where I want to be. You know what I mean?