Shelter

I got a new dresser on the weekend. I think my home is almost perfect now. 

Which is great because this is my safe place. If you know me at all, you know I come home as often as I can. At lunch from work, taking a break from the bar downstairs. I don't venture far if I can help it. Leaving the neighbourhood makes me panic. 

I do make the trip up to North York as often as I can to see my adopted family. I had dinner with them the other night. Took the subway home and had an epic panic attack. It's not often someone else cooks for me but I threw it all up when I got home. People with anxiety issues should not take the subway. Ever.

I had my own placecard at the dinner table though, at "my" usual seat, saying "Welcome Margaux, we're so glad you came" from our kid. Got a text today though from them, signed "your other dad". 

I have no idea where these lovely people came from or why they decided to adopt a messed up orphan stray who dated their son for three minutes three years ago. But we're family now. And the only place I'm really at home besides my place is their place. I just wish it wasn't on the subway line. :)