I recently passed my driver's test and got my license, finally. And, yesterday, I drove myself for the first time. Even though I kept it within the neighborhood, it felt so liberating to be able to hop into a car and just drive around for a bit. I should have gotten my license when I was 16, but hey... better late than never, I suppose.

Last month, my family secured a house for us to move into. So long as there isn't any hitch along the way, we'll be there in around a week or two.

On May 30, I turned 25. I was dating someone a month or more prior -- a non-furry. Unfortunately, it ended last month when she figured it wasn't going to work out. I freaked out after she said "goodbye" to me, unprovoked, without giving me any context. She came back later that night and I asked her where she went. We both said our sorries and we did our own things. I only found out a few days later that she removed me from her contacts, when I wanted to talk to her about something important and my message didn't send. Maybe it was something I did, who knows. I'll never know. She probably hates me. She was probably dating someone else this whole time, which I wouldn't be surprised if it was true.

Well, that's about it. That last one depressed me again, so until next time...