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Just realized that I've not posted much about my living situation. I do spend a fair amount of time with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evannichols in his abode, especially on weekends, but I do have a very wonderful living situation for myself with a three-generation household, many cats and a sweetheart of a Boxer named Cooper. Just this morning I was up (as I am, early, to be on Evan's schedule) and had made some coffee for myself and chatted with Robin, the home owner, and let in via a window one of the cats (Nico), who had been hanging out in the backyard. Post-shower I was ironing an outfit in anticipation of meeting evannichols for lunch (I like to dress up for these things) and had a few moments with Cooper, in a sleepy stupor on his cushion by the window, under a blanket. During my time in Portland I have always rented a room in a house, and by far, this current situation is the most homey and delightful that I have known. Not to downplay my time with Julia, and Stan, the cat, who adopted me. But her house was cold, and there were issues. Those don't exist here, and Gail, the grand-matriarch of the house, is a fabulous companion to talk with about crafts and her own life. She's a survivor (of breast cancer and a second husband who was the love of her life and died rather suddenly of cancer) and remains an optimist, which is inspiring to me. This location and situation is truly a gift of the universe, and for that I remain so grateful.
With that, I'm off to finish beta'ing a story for a fandom friend, and get a few more things done before heading off to BHFT around two hours from now. Guess I should put together my lunch, a scrumptious salad, to be sure.
Life is very, very good. :D
evannichols in his abode, especially on weekends, but I do have a very wonderful living situation for myself with a three-generation household, many cats and a sweetheart of a Boxer named Cooper. Just this morning I was up (as I am, early, to be on Evan's schedule) and had made some coffee for myself and chatted with Robin, the home owner, and let in via a window one of the cats (Nico), who had been hanging out in the backyard. Post-shower I was ironing an outfit in anticipation of meeting evannichols for lunch (I like to dress up for these things) and had a few moments with Cooper, in a sleepy stupor on his cushion by the window, under a blanket. During my time in Portland I have always rented a room in a house, and by far, this current situation is the most homey and delightful that I have known. Not to downplay my time with Julia, and Stan, the cat, who adopted me. But her house was cold, and there were issues. Those don't exist here, and Gail, the grand-matriarch of the house, is a fabulous companion to talk with about crafts and her own life. She's a survivor (of breast cancer and a second husband who was the love of her life and died rather suddenly of cancer) and remains an optimist, which is inspiring to me. This location and situation is truly a gift of the universe, and for that I remain so grateful. With that, I'm off to finish beta'ing a story for a fandom friend, and get a few more things done before heading off to BHFT around two hours from now. Guess I should put together my lunch, a scrumptious salad, to be sure.
Life is very, very good. :D