Rusty (also my dad's nickname)
Somehow, it feels like my regular life stopped three years ago and just getting back on track now. The wheels are rusty, to be sure, but it's moving. Again. Or maybe it's just me getting back on LJ.
Yeah, probably LJ.
The three years weren't bad, only strange: The poverty part sucked, definitely, and the almost-homelessness always hanging over my head plus the obvious sense of panic and insecurity it wrought on my mother, sisters and dog wasn't fun. On the other hand, the good people part was awesome- never really knew there were so many out there. So many good people- I would never even have known if my regular life didn't stop and go off course. Discoveries were made: about magic and the kindness of people and life going on and caring and not caring and laughing and crying.
I have cried more than I ever have in my entire life these last three years.
On the other hand, I have also laughed more than I ever have in my entire life in the last three years.
And the cats. We also have more cats than we've ever had before.
The people who knew me from before, they wonder why I laugh so much. What do I have in my life to laugh about, they ask. I laugh at everything. I laugh at people wondering what I have to laugh about. Sometimes, I wonder why they don't. Most of them have more to laugh about than I do, I think. Or maybe not. So I don't say anything. I just laugh, and say it's the cats.
Anyway.
I think my life is slowly going back to the way it would have if it didn't get sidetracked. I think. But I think I'd like to keep the laughter. And my friends. And the magic.
And I just realized the last two? They're the same thing.
Happy New Year.