If you were waiting for a sign, this is it.

I’m sorry it has been so long since you heard from me.
Many things have happened since my last post. Perhaps I need to air it and review for my own sake, as much as keeping in touch with you all. I love you all. I miss you all. My life hardly has room to keep me healthy and sane, though, so other things have fallen by the wayside as a result of my status as an activist.
This will not be a chronological account.
As you all know, I have been a full time occupier for some months now (about five, I think). I left New Orleans in the third week of March, with my boyfriend, my rat, and his puppy. My rat got eaten by a snake in North Carolina. :/ I have adopted her name as my own. I am in DC now, and have been for over a month Since the beginning of April. People here know me as Nony or Nonymouse or Anonymouse. Some still know me as Katelynn, though. I have a hard time sleeping indoors now. The air is very stuffy. I’m afraid of very little, and have a very strict ‘no bullshit’ policy. I broke up with my boyfriend on Cinco de Mayo. It was hard, but I know I had to do it for me. I’m learning to do things for me. To keep me able to keep being the caretaker, the nurturer, the person I was born to be. I know this is what I was born to do. I think I might be an Anarchist. I know I certainly do love to run with the Anarchists. I have a hard time getting along with people my own age. My nearest and dearest occupy friends range from 27 to their fifties. People my own age often want to drink a lot, or do a lot of drugs, or have a hard time focusing on the larger picture, or goal. They like to yell “Fuck the police.” a lot. I do, too. The police are the 99% too, though. I quit smoking. Then I started again. I got arrested. I wasn’t doing anything illegal. My charge was, “camping in an undesignated area”. I was not told why I was being arrested, nor was I read my rights. I go to court June 20th and I expect the charges will be dropped. If they’re not, I’ll sue. I am going to the NATO summit in Chicago this weekend. I’ve spent the last few days mentally preparing myself for sound cannons and nerve gas and a whole host of other things. THey’ll be doing extractions at NATO. Using facial recognition software and pulling people from crowds. I am very concerned for my friends “Mud” and “Momma” for this reason. I always thought I was born to be a leader, and now I know I was. Not the typical kind, though. Occupy is a human rights issue. You’ll be hard pressed to convince me otherwise. Everything in my life has been building for this time. I have learned a lot about people and how they relate to one another. I have learned we must celebrate ourselves, and our uniqueness. Occupy time works differently than normal time. I have been in DC almost six weeks, but it seems like at least six months. And yet, a week. It’s very strange and very hard to explain. I think I might be falling in love again, and I know I haven’t let go of the last one yet. It feels right, though. That’s what revolution does. It brings people together. It makes you need people unlike anything else. Also, caretakers, nurturers, like “momma” and “mud” and myself, we need someone to take care of us so we can keep taking care of everyone else. That’s why they have fallen for each other. “Momma” keeps telling me not to think so much, cause I don’t have time for it, and I’ll drive myself crazy with it. “Earth mommas like us know, in our gut, what to do. Do it.”
I have changed a lot since November. I have changed a lot since March. Here is as best as I can give you in explanation.