My roommate and I are settled in, finally. A problematic lock on our front door was fixed. Our kitchen is clean(ish), my indoor's garden is growing nicely, my bills for the month are paid, and other nice things are happening for me.
For instance. I have a court date to legalize my name and gender change. I have a doctor's appointment to officially start hormone therapy, after getting the go ahead (no really go ahead, stop worrying) from my neurologist. I'm seeing a dentist for the first time in nearly six years...
And I have a job.
I work con ops at a local convention. We have meetings for planning at least once a month, then a big hullabaloo in May. It's nice, and work I'm confident in, and my doctors are all pleased with my progress and my ability to function in that area.
My friend's mom says I'm not allowed to work so much if my partner comes down for next year's convention. I'm inclined to agree with her as far as that goes, but she would have me not work at all and just enjoy the con, and I'm far too bossy for that.
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