I haven't been in a happy place though. In fact I'm fairly certain I turned into a sloth. I just couldn't move. I couldn't get out of bed. Going from the bed to the couch was an emotionally exhausting journey. But I'm back. I went to yoga today. I've already started making some popsicles. I'm going to cook food today. I've written two cover letters. All things that yesterday were too exhausting for me to even think about. Oh, Jorgita...we meet again.
Anyway, so while I was in the depths of despair I did what anyone does. Watched really terrible movies on youtube (say what now? That's not what you do?).
I wanted something I hadn't seen before and I found the Vow. Now, the Vow is not normally the type of rom com I'm into - but desperate times (Not here to judge if it is your favourite movie. That's cool).
But it did make me think what would happen if I lost 8 years of my memory? Would I believe that I up and left my life in the US to move to Australia? Would I come to turns with the fact that I have no memory of the man I married? Well, of course I don't have the answers - having never lost my memory. However, while this is a stretch, living in Melbourne - barely in touch with the people I was closest to while I was in college - married! I think if I lived even one or two days in my life here I'd know it's the right fit for me.
Of course, thinking about 8 years ago has gotten my lost in what life was like 8 years ago. 2006. I was in the middle of the most ridiculous relationship with someone who we shall call Jon, as that was his name. And it can only be considered a relationship if you hurting each other routinely (not physically, but emotionally, spiritually, quintessentially, mentally - look, we just weren't that nice to each other).
So besides all this deep thinking, the saddest thing happened to me yesterday. As you may know - I want a furry friend more then almost anything in all the world. But I currently live in an apartment where we're not allowed to have a cat.
AND YET, we seemed to have made a cat friend. Meet our newest guest (who has not been invited in even though I sat on the couch nearly in tears because a cuddle buddy was so close yet so far).
I seriously can't take it. If the kitty graces us with its presents again...I may not have the will power to just nonchalantly not open the door. I'M ONLY HUMAN.
Also, I made these brownies with salted caramel (holy bejesus):