Surprise!

We have a home.

We're moved out of the old one. (Thank God, the Baby Demons, Cheeto, and all my amazing friends.)

The Doll Con went well.

No more event horizons. Not even my brother's wedding drama can touch me now.

(DEEEEP BREATH)

Ahhhhhhhhh.

For my friends

The details:
We're near Cherokee on California.

We're vacillating between calling it "the Rez" or the "Hotel California."
Because of the proximity to Cherokee, plus it's where we were "allowed" to live.

And also, it's the second floor unit of a duplex.
A south-side duplex.

Long, narrow staircase; no landing.

My S.O. says that between the hard labor at his factory job and the second floor apartment, he'll be in the best shape of his life.

*HE'S NOT WRONG. HOLY MOLEY HE LOOKS GOOD.*

I wheeze still sometimes, but it's getting better.

Also there's a place called The Fortune Teller Bar a few blocks away. Hmm. I should pick up a shift or two on their off nights...

Wanna come and see? Call me!