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It's late. I'm tired. It's been a few days since I had any real alone time with Craig, and it's affecting my tolerance of--well, everything else.

Observations:
I went my whole life truly believing that I would never find anyone like me, and I was fine with that. Then I found him. That gaping hole in my heart was healed. And now he is sick and I can't spend much time with him, except for a bit of Florence Nightingaling. Leaving his house at 9 PM is worse than driving 4 hours alone ever was before him.

I pay $200 a month here, plus $90 a month to keep 85% of what I own in storage. I have a place to sleep and get my mail, and that's really it. I don't have a home. I am welcome in many places, but I have nowhere to belong. Except by Craig's side. Where I am not. I need a space to call my own.

Enough of this snivelling. I have the love of my life, and soon he'll be all better. Ganbatte.

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