I went away for a bit.
It should've been a week, however, neither of my dogs were doing particularly well without the other, so I cut the trip short. It was actually a pretty good excuse, since I realized that I absolutely hate being involuntarily isolated from people.
I like knowing that I constantly have people I can go talk to. I like gas stoves. I like having a sink close to the toilet. I like my own space and my own peace. But I cannot, for the life of me, be isolated from all of the people I love.
It's good to be home. It's good to have my dogs be back to normal.
Next time, I'm taking my mom with me.
