Ok...this is a long story...
My dear musically talented french gypsy is gone. He shall see everything he has ever wanted to see. Hey Paul, you're doing it all, you're ten feet tall, you could be anything today...
So BESIDES that...
We are no longer living 5 minutes from the pacific. No...not even 100 miles... We had no cash saved, the county of Santa Cruz told us that where we were living was "unsafe", we had broken hearts, so we packed up and amazingly took my cavalier (which has many issues...) to Arizona. Yes, where it's hot, where mostly catus grow...the desert in which Pheonix resides. There is family here. We did a lot of dancing around the apartment manager pulling all the strings she could and now we have a place--a really cool place--for a year at least. Where it's hot. Where the sun doesn't go away. Which don't get me wrong, if you know me at all you know that I love the sun, but when there's no ocean breeze to tame it down a bit it gets to be way way too much too quick. There aren't very many trees to hide under, but even if you find one it's still scorching hot underneath... and on the eighth day god gave man air conditioning...
So maybe it's not such a long story, but just knowing that things are on the downhill now (that is, the good downhill called less crazy) is making me happier. Now all we need is to find ourselves good jobs and we will be in much better shape than we were weeks ago.
Paul, I wish I could still go to France with you. I love you.
