so.....
portland was off the hook. as expected. i did a whole lot of nothing and a whole lot of much needed something at the same time. does that make any sense?
ive only been back into the real world of my life here for a day and i feel like i can barely keep a grasp on all the memories. i dont want to lose them though, i know that they are what keep me going and prevent me from getting so burnt out and jaded on all that little stuff. work. public transit. barely paying rent. not having nearly enough time to do all the little shit and create and make things, take pictures, dig my hands in the dirt and plant things, and all that good stuff.
memorable highlights of my trip....
sleeping in and not having to rush off to work....drinking coffee and smoking in the sun in the backyard. in a beautiful garden. while finishing the sunday new york times crossword puzzle with someone. (and might i just add for all who dont know... those sunday ones are fucking hard... seriously). yeah. i know. im a dork. crosswords.
stumbling across the most amazing estate sale. some old german ladies house stockpiled full of incredible old items. rummaging through piles and piles, getting a glimpse into someone elses life. what it must have been like living there, being that person, owning those things.
i walked away with tons of scraps of fabrics probably from around somewhere in the 50s or 60s, tons of vintage slips and dresses, an old beautiful-wonderful condition- black underwood typewriter, early published editions of some salinger books, and a lot of other random crap that no one else wants besides someone like me.....
thrifting a bag full of little boys t shirts with monster trucks and super heros and the like which i will now take apart for other crafty endeavors like underoo making ...
waking up in the wee hours of the morning to the sound of the rain on the windows. taking a deep breath, smelling wetness in the air, snuggling into body warmth, treasuring every second of this time...
.... every time i leave the bay area i always come back thinking that i could never move away. that this is my home and that there are things here that i will never be able to find anywhere else. that i will never be able to live out any of my dreams anywhere else and feel completely where i want to be and doing what i want to be doing.....
...but this time. my little wheels are turning. and im thinking that maybe its time for a change in scenery...
portland was off the hook. as expected. i did a whole lot of nothing and a whole lot of much needed something at the same time. does that make any sense?
ive only been back into the real world of my life here for a day and i feel like i can barely keep a grasp on all the memories. i dont want to lose them though, i know that they are what keep me going and prevent me from getting so burnt out and jaded on all that little stuff. work. public transit. barely paying rent. not having nearly enough time to do all the little shit and create and make things, take pictures, dig my hands in the dirt and plant things, and all that good stuff.
memorable highlights of my trip....
sleeping in and not having to rush off to work....drinking coffee and smoking in the sun in the backyard. in a beautiful garden. while finishing the sunday new york times crossword puzzle with someone. (and might i just add for all who dont know... those sunday ones are fucking hard... seriously). yeah. i know. im a dork. crosswords.
stumbling across the most amazing estate sale. some old german ladies house stockpiled full of incredible old items. rummaging through piles and piles, getting a glimpse into someone elses life. what it must have been like living there, being that person, owning those things.
i walked away with tons of scraps of fabrics probably from around somewhere in the 50s or 60s, tons of vintage slips and dresses, an old beautiful-wonderful condition- black underwood typewriter, early published editions of some salinger books, and a lot of other random crap that no one else wants besides someone like me.....
thrifting a bag full of little boys t shirts with monster trucks and super heros and the like which i will now take apart for other crafty endeavors like underoo making ...
waking up in the wee hours of the morning to the sound of the rain on the windows. taking a deep breath, smelling wetness in the air, snuggling into body warmth, treasuring every second of this time...
.... every time i leave the bay area i always come back thinking that i could never move away. that this is my home and that there are things here that i will never be able to find anywhere else. that i will never be able to live out any of my dreams anywhere else and feel completely where i want to be and doing what i want to be doing.....
...but this time. my little wheels are turning. and im thinking that maybe its time for a change in scenery...
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I've only been in one strip club, and I was so embarrassed about it, I got really drunk and almost got in a fight with an ex-marine. Not a good time. That's Eureka for you, though.
I actually enjoy the rain, though.