I teared up as I was saying goodbye to all the cats.
It isn't the prospect of going home that bothers me. Karl's a human being and I can talk to him in a lot of ways once I'm back home, so it isn't really that big of a deal. I'll be happy to be back in my own bed, my own house where I know where things are and what the routines are and all that (not that I haven't gotten fairly used to all of that here... I've been here for about 3 weeks.. it sinks in, ya know). But I'll miss the cats.
I will miss the cats.
How fucked up is that?
I'm tearing up right now thinking about it.
And if Karl sees this, he's going to ask what's wrong and I'm going to burst our crying that I am going to miss his cats.
And then he'll ask if I'm *sure* that whole period thing is over.
12:15 flight, getting in around 1:15.. so all those people who haven't talked to me much in the last couple weeks becuase I've been really distracted or not answering, I'll be around a lil more.