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as i walked out of that hidden salmon-and-blue-colored victorian house, through the back, i felt as if i were in one of those old text adventures in which to the west, i saw a baby-pink and lavender colored 3-story victorian with 4 different sidings and a gable. the path continued to the north and around behind the salmon house. to my south, i heard the sounds of friends painting a room red and grey, for feng shui purposes. i walked around the back and found a splash of sun on the ground. the afternoon was above me, and i sat myself down and lit a marlboro, and took everything. southeast, a brown tabby cat was lurking. i gave him a friendly smile, and he walked over to me, and after doing his thorough homework on me, he climbed into my lap and let me stroke him for what seemed like 20 minutes.
i am not a cat person. but this cat didn't know it.
never in my life has a cat climbed into my lap and stayed there, making itself comfortable. i thought, "santa cruz is the right place."
sure, it's slow-going, as of yet...
but i've only missed home twice since i've been here. and i've not missed connecticut for a millisecond.
i've been here one month, and so far, i have not encountered:
passing a kidney stone
finding out about a secret sibling
severe heart-ache
self-hatred...
i think i'm on a roll.
i am not a cat person. but this cat didn't know it.
never in my life has a cat climbed into my lap and stayed there, making itself comfortable. i thought, "santa cruz is the right place."
sure, it's slow-going, as of yet...
but i've only missed home twice since i've been here. and i've not missed connecticut for a millisecond.
i've been here one month, and so far, i have not encountered:
passing a kidney stone
finding out about a secret sibling
severe heart-ache
self-hatred...
i think i'm on a roll.