Trying to stuff all of my belongings into 2 suitcases…
It’s really hard to start life over again, though I’ve done it before. I’m leaving pieces of me behind all over the country. The farther I move West, the more I find myself. Will I stop at the coast or will I grow gills and throw myself into the ocean?
Adaptation is everything.
I’m officially moving to San Diego in a few weeks to be with my love.
I just found out we scored the apartment and I’m trying really hard not to jump around with excitement.
Mouse friend disappeared, but considering his little shelter was exactly how I left it, I’m going to assume he recovered and got away safely.
Good luck, little mouse.
Today, a field mouse got into my work and injured its back. It can no longer move its legs. Luckily, I found it.
Poor baby was hungry and thirsty, so I filled it up with pumpkin and nuts and gave it water with a little eye dropper. Then I built it a hut outside out of egg cartons and cardboard and left it water and more food within reach. Finally, I gave it a tiny blanket out of my kitchen towel because it’s chilly out.
I hope it recovers, or at least passes in comfort.
I love you, little mouse.