Yesterday I got the letter from my primary treating physician stating that Negative is a companion animal. I sent the letter and other requested pictures of my dog to the leasing office yesterday. Now I need to wait for the General or leasing manager to get in on Monday before things are more or less finalized.
*sigh*
This sucks. Last weekend when I got home, I was noticeably happier than I’ve been in a long time. As the week has progressed my mood has dropped back down and stabilized.
I was really hoping to spend the weekend not worrying about where I’ll be in a weeks time. This is slightly lazy of me, but I’d rather not start packing up my life just yet. Maybe someday I’ll attempt to calculate just how much of my life I have spent waiting around for things to happen. At this junction I would roughly estimate about 4 of the last 6.5 years. I’ve definitely lost momentum and sense of direction in my life. I honestly hope getting back to California, along with the availability of health care and upcoming surgery will provide emotional stability to the constant state of depression I have been trapped in.
