Week 1 off the trail

It's been a full week since we got off the trail, with a bit of wiggle room. It feels like a lot has happened as well as not very much of anything.

We all are doing better, physically speaking. Lucky has been bouncing around like a jumping bean and his paw is healing really well. We go in later this week to get him officially checked off that he is good to go. My one blister is gone, and Damon is back to running. He is even thinking of doing the Tough Mudder this summer. I told him I would love to go, to take pictures. 

Emotionally, it is still extremely hard. My depression is back at levels I haven't had for a while. It's partially due to all of the changes in such a short period of time, not having my own space, and not having access to my stuff, as everything is still in storage. I'm also really frustrated and somewhat disheartened by the process of searching for a new apartment. I found one I loved, but I didn't get my application in fast enough, as he showed it to two of us at the same time. It would have been just about perfect. I have another one that is a back up apartment, as it would be somewhat more than I would like, but it is out there and further out physically than I would like to be. Hopefully it is something that works out. At this point, I am just tired of looking and want something to magically appear. Guess that isn't happening any time soon. I know I need to be patient and hope that something will appear after 20 day notices are due.

I'm taking it one day at a time. That's all I can do.