A New Home

Months passed, months upon months of saving every penny I earned, from authenticating omiscan relics, selling some, and from the royalties of the archaeology book I had resolved to write at the beginning of the year.

Saving every penny until they added up in the lump sum I needed to purchase — with no parental help — a home I had had my eye on for a while. It was important to me that I do it by myself, even if Mom offered, again and again, forgetting she had chosen to take the path of independence herself, thirty or so years ago.

So, at the beginning of summer, I move out of my parents’ home and into this Oasis Springs home. Alone… except of course for Loladorada.

Era 8 — Alone

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I haven’t been alone in years. I was born surrounded not just by my two impossibly loving parents, but a whole galaxy of family members and friends of the family, hovering, ready to help, always there. And then of course, the twins were born, and they became a big part of my life.

I loved it. I love my family. I’ve never felt connected to anyone but them and I’ve never needed anyone but them. Still don’t. They helped me feel like I fit in, they helped me know that I had a place in this world and how to navigate it.

But now, I feel like what I do need…

Is some time alone.

New Profile Pic who dis

So, do you think if I post my new self-portrait they’ll think that’s what I was doing instead of updating my blog? It’s totally legit, right?

Anyway, I’m still having trouble getting back into the swing of tumblr things, BUT I’m much better at drawing, so have a me with short hair and a gigantic plumbob.