A lot has happened during the last couple of weeks. Really big changes – some bad, some good… all of them completely altering the landscape around here a little.
First, I had to have Satine put down. I know I wrote about that previously, so I don’t need to go into the whys.. but it’s sufficient to say that having to do that was the worst thing that I have ever had to do. Not that she didn’t go peacefully (she did), and not that I did it prematurely (I didn’t), but it doesn’t matter whether it’s the right thing to do or not… it still hurts. And, afterward, there wasn’t a thing that I could do to make myself feel better. The house felt so empty. I felt so lost. I kept thinking I would hear her talking. Or walking. Or that I’d see her when I walked by her window. Thing is, I truly believe that that WAS her… maybe I sound crazy, but the connection I had with that cat was very unusual. So I believe that she is still here to some extent. And I doubt she will ever leave me completely.
Four days later, Ormsby and I flew to Tampa. It was the first time I’ve been back since my move up here. I stayed away, primarily, to try to make the transition a little easier on myself – it’s impossible to live when I have one foot in one place and one foot in the other. But I finally got so homesick over this last winter that I caved and bought tickets. We stayed at a hotel on Rocky Point and rented a pretty awesome car. I got to see all of my friends.
But there was something else to this trip – it was an exploratory one. Because I really, really, really want to go back. Permanently. I made more money there. I had a better job (and more opportunities) there. But most of all, well, it’s sunny there. And I was happier there. Was I happy all the time? No. I do wonder whether some of that unhappiness could have been rectified by, say, a job change. Or an address change. Or a phone number change (or all of them, maybe). Something not as drastic as what I eventually decided to do, but something that would, at least, put some distance between myself and the factors that were making me unhappy.
I want to move back. But I don’t want to leave Ormsby. And that’s my rock and hard place. I love Ormsby. I do not love Louisville. I am able to separate the two, thankfully. And so this trip to Tampa was more for him than for me. I wanted him to see the city, experience the city, figure out what is so damned seductive about that place. And he was amazed. And he fell in love. Enough to move there? I have no idea. I guess we’ll see when the lease is up.
For me, though… the winter here is pretty dreadful. I have Seasonal Affective Disorder… when it gets cold, when I can’t be out in the sunshine, it really gets me down. And there’s just the fact that I do not like Louisville much. I thought I’d be able to get back into the groove of things, but after Tampa, this city is, for me, a small town with big city ambitions that it will never quite reach. When the biggest thing that happens all year is Derby (and all anyone thinks about after one race is over is when the next one is going to be), then it’s time to find something else to occupy the other weeks out of the year. When a city must hold banquets honoring minorities just to prove that it’s not racist, then, I hate to break it to you, but the city is racist. When pageant queens and Hooters competitions make the newspaper, it’s time to find better news coverage (maybe more than a blurb about all the black people that get shot on a daily basis, and what the police are doing to find the killers?).
Sure Tampa had its big events (Gasparilla, for example), but the point is, there is more than one. And the entire city didn’t shut down just because of one thing… except the RNC. But that was a special case that was pretty much out of anyone’s control. And then there’s the food. OMG. If you haven’t been to Tampa before, you should go… if for nothing else, than just to go to some of the restaurants there. But while you’re there, take in the rest of the city… I like to say that it’s one of the best-kept secrets in tourism.
So, anyway, the goal… at the end of the year… is to find a way to put myself back there. And to bring Ormsby with me. If he will go. If he won’t, to be honest, I’ll likely go anyway – there is nothing worse than mentally suffering for six months just because the snow is on the ground. It will be sad to leave him behind, but I can’t make myself suffer. That’s just not fair.
When we got back, the biggest change of all happened. After Satine passed, Ormsby and I were at Petsmart… just looking… and we found a kitty. She was spoken for already, but the rescue society that had her had two others that needed homes. I got first pick. But, see, the downfall in that is that I can’t choose just one. So I took them both. One is female, about 10 months, orange. I call her Cleo. The other is a male, about 12 weeks, a gray tabby that looks like Satine a little bit. I call him Milo. They are a bonded pair… and it’s adorable to watch Milo follow Cleo around.
Yesterday we picked them up. And I dropped about $400 on cat supplies. Milo is at the vet today getting neutered. Cleo is, at the moment, exploring the bedroom and sniffing my flip flops – which smell like Tampa, I’m sure. They both purr a lot… and both are lap cats. Of course I still miss Satine a lot. But the house is definitely not empty anymore. And I’m absolutely crazy about the new furballs that live here.