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I woke up this morning with access to my Penstagram account. I can't post anything, and the feed isn't updating, but there's a picture of my dads from only a couple of hours ago. They're doing okay. So are the others.
But I'm not. I realized this morning that I haven't posted anything on here since March. I've replied to others, but I haven't actively updated the network. I think it's because I'm a little more than homesick, and I haven't wanted to worry anyone, especially you.
I don't like being not okay, so I started doing research at the library. I found a couple of things I want to try: Therapy for potential depression and roller derby.
Would you maybe want to do roller derby with me?
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I almost ignored the man with the Pokรฉmon. I don't want to become emotionally attached only to have it taken away. But the plant monkey, the Grookey, was too cute, and it's been helping me tend the community garden. I've found so many grass types here. Or, they found me. I haven't been actively catching them, but I think they can sense my plant magic and have been coming to me to help with minor injuries and ailments.