Oh man.
So I live in Bay Ridge now. Which rules, Bay Ridge rules, but I swear to God last month was maybe the most brutal Goddamn month since like 7th grade, when every single fucking day was a fetid snarl of tears and worrying about who hates me. I don't have a car (obviously), or a lot of money (duh), but I had all this Stuff to haul from thew Old Apartment to the New Apartment. So a lot of it was just this intensely dismal, grim, depressing waiting game of slowly dismantling the home I'd had for two + years. Jesus. And now me and the cats are officially here, and it's gonna be great, but what appeared at the outset to be an easy and amicable break-up has turned into a supremely shitty break-up. Which: Yuck.