Right now (and almost all of the time) I feel miles away from where I was two months ago. Emotional miles, that is. Maybe because of the physical miles but I don’t think that’s quite it. I assume this is what “over it” feels like. The other day, I suddenly and honestly thought, this is the life I’m meant to be living. I’m doing just fine, food and shelter wise. I feel good about my place in the world now that things seem stable.

If only I could say things seemed stable for my sister. If anything has been affecting my calm, it’s this awful, horrible stuff that she’s going through. And it’s been hard and scary and infuriating but, at the moment, I am less worried. And I continue to be amazed by my stunningly adorable nephew.

I’m doing good, is all.