The new apartment is lovely. I found a place after I had mostly moved my stuff to storage at my mom’s house, and I’m so glad I had the forethought to do so. I’m not certain what I should say or not say re the divorce until its final, so put a pin in the non-optional move-out. I’ll chat it up at a later date.

In any case, I found a new place in SLC, and I plan on staying for a while. Signed a lease and everything. My job allows me some freedom and money and other great things, although obviously HIPPA, ethics, and common sense dictate that I keep the actual company to myself and trusted kin. So I will tell you, loyal and oft forgotten reader, about the things I can speak freely. Namely, me.

I’m here at the wonderful alchemy cafe, drinking a flat white and eating a ham and cheese croissant. I’m off work for the week, and I could use a pedicure and massage. The pedicure is happening this afternoon with Mom, the massage is yet to be determined. It’s pretty warm outside, but a little windy, so I’m comfortable in the shade of the patio umbrella. Occasionally I will see someone I know, pause and share greetings, and return to my writing. They know and like me here, and I trust the majority of patrons. It’s great to feel safe.

My plans for the summer include a family wedding reception in August in Helena, Montana, and a trip in September to New Orleans to visit Sister. Very excited for both, family has been a great support and comfort in these past few months/years/lifetime. I don’t know how many phone calls I’ve gotten or texts I’ve received from helpful, supportive loved ones, the number is immeasurable.

One never realizes the wealth of their social capitol until it is tested, tried out, leaned on when you’re so tired from sobbing at graduation that you don’t want to take pictures with your cohort, you just want to go somewhere that feels like home. My house that I shared with the former husband was toxic; my new place is tidy, comforting and serene. I’m making an Amazon wishlist for those of you who would like to offer tangible housewarming gifts, but I’m happily accepting company as well.

I’m working on me. I’m leaning into the idea that one can be happy doing things to facilitate happiness, one can be patient with oneself, one can have high hopes and yet realistic expectations. I’m learning the language of both Spanish and humility; both are teaching me to be curious and ok with my lacking fluency. I am so full of love for the world, mostly…and cautious of poisonous situations. I am well. Not complacent, but content.

And just look at Corms. He’s so happy to be here with mommy. Dante is adapting to being an indoor kitty, although his favorite place to vomit is the one room with carpet, so being a little bastard never changes.

I miss Moro, and I hope she’s doing ok. I have my doubts. The sound of her crying when I left will haunt me. In my heart of hearts, I have to believe she will be all right. But that sound…

Bygones, loyal reader. Bygones and regrets in a sea of good tidings.