On my feet

Hello!  Bet you have all been wondering what happened to me. Here's the short version of the story.

I'm devorced.  I have my own little apartment in the town I have my internship in.  My friends are amazing.

  I had a Leonberger named Laban living with me while I rehabilitated him. 

(When he came to me he was over 10lbs underweight, completioly matted, with a large infected sore on his backside that required penacilin and stitches) the good news is he is doing wonderfully in his new home, when he came to me he was very sick. And when he left he was healthy and happy.  I'm proud of that.

I found a band, in Limmared.  So now I get to growl to my hearts content and write lyrics and enjoy metal Sundays again! There is also a much less serious garage band in the town I live in that may be intersted in me aswell! Which is fun.  

Also I'm joining a "multicultural choir" .  So much music in my life can only be a good thing!  And give me the proper motivation to work on my pitch controle.  Cuz it needs work.

All in all I'm landing on my feet.  I've learned so much about myself these past months.  I've learned how to do things I never knew I could do. I've learned not to be afraid and to open my heart.  

I'm proud of myself.

Love,

Mango Kitty