Seriously, someone validate my suspicion that I am, in fact, comatose and dreaming that the last 3 weeks happened. I feel like I'm in a badly planned dime-store novel, where in one month I loose control of most of my life, only to stumble into a life of incredible joy and happiness.

For the description of the events, I advise you to see my previous journal, "Heartbeats". The purpose of this journal is more of an update to it.

The story; I'm head-over-heels in love, moving to leadership of my pack, and numb from so much change in my life. I would consider elaborating, but there's not much more to say that I have authority yet to speak on, and the feedback I get on my journals has been practically non-existent. I'm not even very sure why I am writing these, honestly, except to give voice to my feelings at the time they happen - for my own reference.