So, eight months have passed.
I went to Croatia. I settled into the new flat and did what I could to make sure that I get some peace and quiet.
Dated someone for about 2 months. Obviously it wasn't a complete success, since I'm writing this in the past tense, but it was a nice experience overall, and trauma-free.
Family's good.
Issues... still present, but shifted. A big one seems to be gone. Not sure how, but it really does feel like you're cured when you can't even be bothered to tart yourself up for a meeting with your kryptonite.
Right now I'm in a weird little situation. I'm not 100% sure what it is, which gets confusing and occasionally upsetting Usually I play my cards close to my chest for maximum deniability, but here I went back and forth on it so much that I don't know what to think anymore, Even worse, I lost track of what I've been putting out there, signal- and message-wise. Maybe there's something to be said for flying blind. I don't know.
Going to see Simon Amstell live this spring. Birthday gift from friends. Something to look forward to.
...and sleep is here. Finally.
