rocks and hard places
hi folks, just a little update on the state of Pete. while the folks i'm staying with have been exceedingly generous and supportive, my 2 cats are stuck indoors there and they're not happy. like constant fighting and pissy shenanigans not happy. if it were just me, it'd probably work fine, but i need to work something out for them. it seems the most logical next step for them is to take an offer to stay in Richmond. while Richmond may very well be a kitty paradise with yard access, for me to commute from there to SF(sans car) is gonna be hugely difficult. i've asked one person in SF to foster my cats for a while, but she's dealing with a health issue, so i'm waiting for that shoe to drop. if i could've seen this in my future i might've never adopted my cats. a part of me is just tired of scrabbling and thinking and not having enough personal space. i wish i could leave this fucking overblown real estate hole of a city and just escape to a friend's house(in Ithaca, Santa Monica, North Carolina...) happy motherfucking holidays.