I haven't written for so long. So much was going on before I moved back for school, and I didn't have much time to write. But there were also times where nothing at all was going on, and I didn't make time to write either... because I wanted to spend the rest of my time at home, focusing completely on my love, on my kitties, on my dad, brothers and friends; I decided that I would have all the time in the world to write when I was far away from them...
I was busy at a Human Trafficking event called Ignite the Road to Justice. It was great! I got to volunteer with my cousins, one of whom put the entire event together... fantastic. Many people came out and together we raised awareness about Human Trafficking and vowed to put an end to it as a team.
I also started volunteering with Hope Mission, helping the homeless and addicted population on the streets... it is now one of my most favourite places. I love the ladies that came in, big and small, drunk and high, prostituting and homeless... they are all people before the things they are going through. I don't know what it is about these kinds of people who face these kinds of problems... they are who I want to be around; they are who make me comfortable. We gave them food and water if they wanted, shampoo and a towel if they wanted, clothes if they needed, and a blanket for sleeping. That's all. Not a whole lot to me, but tons to them. Sometimes fights would happen, or people would make a mess or someone would scream, but it was a great place to be. I really enjoyed the men's ward too - I think I'd rather work with men one day... but today, the women's side was just perfect.
I also finished all my packing from Clinton's and most of my packing from Dad's... I don't know if I could have spent more time there packing anyways, so maybe it was good I didn't really have many days left. I'm trusting mostly everything with my brother because there were a lot of little things I didn't get to go through. Things will be so different when I go home for Thanksgiving, and even more so at Christmas. I believe change is a good thing, but until I am adjusted... I will hate it. I love my cats so much and I hate that I have to give them away. I have (almost) never hated anything more. My cat is like a person in my life... because I am a weird cat lady and if I could have 7 of my cat I would. But I can't, and when she's gone I will cry like a sissy child and probably bitch about it for 3 sessions in counselling. But as I said, change is good...
I'm back at school now and it's almost as if I never even left; I feel more like I went away for the weekend or something. I guess I spend like 75% of my time here, so maybe it's not totally off the wall that I feel as though I have always been here... but I miss living with my Clinton. It's so hard to decide where your home is, when you spend vast amounts of time in one space but the people you love are somwhere else. Oh well. I want to be where Clint is, so I think whereever we can be together will be Home enough for the both of us.
I find myself wondering a lot lately about what Mom would think of this all; my school, my love, my life. I don't know what she would think. As a Mom, she would probably just be happy that I am happy, but I still want to know her opinion just as a person. Things would be a lot different if she were around.
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