Not having a real home is exhausting but allows for some reflection. I don't think I've had a sober night for a real long while now, which is a real shame. There is a kitten in my life named Enid--she's Emalie's--she's a black tiny rascal. Being locked up in a cave is a lot easier when you have a little kitten sleeping on your lap, purring loudly.
I'm so ready to get out Seattle. Can't wait for New York with Emalie. Paris then Roma. Food, art, food.
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