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I dropped Pooky 56 off at the international airport this morning. I was strong.

Mostly.

I didn't have to start fighting tears until I got out of the car to say goodbye. I managed to make it back to the car before they started excaping my eyes. Everything is happening all at once. Jake to the Czech Rebublic, much more responsibility at work. Me moving to Melbourne on monday.
I cant imagine him not being beside me. I'm improvising the entire way.

Sometimes it feels like I'm going to collapse into tears, yet somehow I always manage to complete everything at work well and more. I don't know, I do know, I'm confused, I'm ok, I'm sad, I'm excited, I'm anxous, I'm tired, I'm stressed, I'm angry, I'm busy, I'm sometimes drunk.

I don't know what I'll do without my gorgeous kitten Washburne between now and when I finally get him down in Melbourne. I'm hoping I'll be too busy most of the time to notice as much. With both issues...
Except when I'm trying to sleep.

I'm a tad scrambled upstairs...