Houston? Come in, Houston...
So, I'm at the independent living home now- typing on my foster mother's computer. I don't think I have the time to do a really big update until I get my internet service hooked up, which should hopefully happen within a few days, but I just wanted to let y'all know that I'm here, I'm okay, the transition went... about as well as it was going to (My sister is not taking it well, but I don't think she ever would have).
Also, today, the guy doing my family therapy sessions called and said that he wanted to suspend them for the moment because they weren't going anywhere, and he was worried about my mother's and my mental health. I did my usual "........*cooly* All right. Thank you. Goodbye." routine, which is the reaction I often have to people giving me news that I don't like, but don't know how to respond to at the moment. Now I'm... trying to get it restarted, actually. More on that later, when I know more about what's going on.
Dad's still trying to get me to come back home when I turn 18, but those conversations aren't going much of anywhere. I'm sticking to my "I'm not going back unless living with mom is tolerable" line, and he's trying to find ways around it. Not much to say on that, really.
There are a ton of other things I could talk about, but I'm kinda trying to keep this short, so I'm keeping it to family/RL updates. CALL ME ANYTIME YOU WANT. I LOVE PHONE CONTACT LIKE CAKE. CARROT CAKE, WITH CREAM CHEESE ICING. :D
PS: I see that I've missed an awful lot in these past few days, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to let all of it slide for a bit longer. My friends page has gone totally out of control, but if you've got anything you want to talk about, either IM me while I'm on the interwebs, or call me (the much more reliable method atm).