It's been a looong time since I've shown any sort of activity on my own profile, and I'm not sure how many watchers I even have left, beyond those who already know everything I'm about to tell them.

Art-wise, drawing has become something more of a hobby. Painting is a 'must-be-inspired' venture. Sculpture is something I've found to be incredibly relaxing and rewarding, and I've been slowly making progress. "Then why have you done nothing but clutter our watch-list, Kimmy? >:I" you may ask. Don't worry, I will eventually upload all my progress, whether you like it or not.

There's a reason the past... two years have been so quiet. Some of you might remember a while ago, I posted that I'd be spending my summer in Georgia (the state, not the eastern European country) to visit my boyfriend at the time, . The year following it was filled with study and stress to try and get into a school in the USA. That, unfortunately, failed multiple times thanks to lack of understanding of the paperwork involved (there's a LOT), and I eventually gave up on going to school the semester following my high school graduation.

What was decided, though, was that I'd move in with Addy for six months (and eventually, we extended it), and in the meantime, I would continue to try and get into school. Unfortunately, again, we were surprised by bureaucracy, and I was forced to come back to Canada and live with my family for a while (not that it's horrible living with my family. ). In those 8 months living together, we learned a lot about ourselves, each other, and in general, how life and love coexist. We adopted a rescue dog, named Lola (aka Sweetest Baby, Lolapalooza, Lolapop and every other horrible nickname you can think up for a dog with that name). We built a household in that apartment, with the help of our two roommates and friends, Mike and Ryan. We learned what it was really like to be adults together, and despite the money-worries, despite the fear and constant looming threat of me being sent home early, we were, and still are, incredibly happy. Between fantastic friends, our always-lovable pup, and each other, we never were lacking in love, affection and companionship.

With all of this gooshy love talk, you might be wondering why I called him my 'then-boyfriend'. That's because, after much talk and deliberation, and a whispered proposal, he is now my fiance. Feels like just yesterday I met him, but it's been 5 years of friendship, 3 of those years being the happiest, most emotionally open years of my life.

Thanks for all the patience, everyone, especially to those who read through the whole rambling block of text.