Long hard weekend...

I'm at a newish bar on Alberta. I am trying to write a paper for class and it just isn't working. It is Sunday night. Should be home or at Basement trivia but neither seems right.

Gavin officially moved out this weekend. I have a heavy heart knowing it is the "right" thing while at the same time losing a good source of my stability and sanity.

My apartment feels empty even after the re-arrange and the responsibility of being the sole renter, sole income contributor, sole cat owner, sole - soul makes me sad, happy, angry & confused a la meme chose.

My brain has faith that this is the right thing. I just need my feelings to follow suit.

This was a Christmas picture that we gave to his mom who wanted a picture of us. It is so staged and so telling at the same time.

I really like the way it turned out.