There's a lot of folks I have to thank going forward. Once again both my mom and I are eternally grateful for all the donations on the Gofundme, as well as the much needed emotional outreach and support by the art and fan community. It's truly been a godsend after this horrible tragedy, and it's been a big help in keeping me from completely and totally falling apart while trying to get our lives back together.
That said, I also owe my Patreon folks a big thank you for their continued support through this trying time. I didn't get a chance to do this last month because of...the mess, so here is the 'shout-out' to my backers.
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Seriously guys, thank you for sticking with me, even during all this.
So that said, the 8th was the one month anniversary of the fire. It's hard to believe it's been...over a month since it all happened. I can still...see everything. The sights and sounds of that night are still etched in my mind, but I mean, that makes sense all things considered.
It's been a long time since I've had stitches, so I'm not sure exactly how much my gash should still be bothering me in terms of being red and sore. Right now it's still at a point where you can't really touch the surface of it without it hurting. Same goes for the leg wound, the nerve endings are still crazy sensitive and the muscle is still hard and lumpy.
Since I last checked in with you guys, my mother and I both got covid shots. I got the single-dose Janssen shot, and she had the first of her Pfizer shots. I had a pretty nasty reaction the first night, I think I underestimated what classifies as an Auto-immune disorder, so my joint inflammation issues were kind of amplified by the dose. Mom's reaction was minimal though, which was a relief.
Housing-wise, we've got nothing. Everything so far has been out of the price range or lacking the necessary amenities, and so we remain at square one in terms of finding a new home. The town has agreed to cover our stay at the hotel until the first week of April, but if we can't find a place before then, we'll more than likely have to stay at my brother's place in Colorado for a while. At the very least I'm glad we have that so we don't end up kicked to the curb in April, but I did want to try and stay in New Hampshire. I really like a lot of things about living here, and while I'd ideally like to live further up the state someday, I mean...if we can't find a place here, we can't find a place, and we'll have to go where we can.
On Friday I drove back to our old home, to see it with my own eyes now that I had proper glasses again. I don't really know why, I just...I felt compelled to see it I guess. Maybe to make sure nothing was salvageable? Or to make it stick in my brain that there was simply no going home, that it was well and truly gone? Regardless, I was there for a while. Walking around, taking photos, and simply staring into the husk of a remaining structure. With my glasses on, I can tell there's really nothing left up there. Even the closet I thought might have been untouched was charred and empty. The roof came down on most of the apartment, and our apartment partially collapsed onto the floor below. To me, that says nothing escaped. Perhaps it's better this way. There's nothing recognizable, nothing visible and half charred from my bedroom that would cripple my heart. Although I did spot my microwave and food processor smashed on the ground below where part of our kitchen collapsed out to the ground level. Admittedly it hurt, but not as much as it would have to see my even more personal effects.
I have caught up posting everything I had ready to go before the fire. The Cherub art is live on all platforms, and if you go to Sofurry and Furaffinity, I actually posted both sets across the two sites. So it's a little scavenger hunt. The other remaining scraps, including something sketched recently, are on patreon. I'll probably share them on twitter during the week until I can actually do more with them when I'm settled again.
So yeah...I guess that's all for now. I've already said I think I'm about done posting the Gofundme link with these, as I already feel guilty about having it despite the circumstance. But you can check my former posts if you'd still like to donate I suppose. Thanks for everything guys...I'll try to keep you posted as things go on.
-Wasty
