It looks like I’m driving out on Saturday. I’ll be crashing with St. Mary Sunday evening I think, and then on Presidents day I hope to run around Portland and hug everyone! Extra points for random strangers with Sponge Bob boxers and multiple facial piercings.
The internet job hunt has been slow and apartment hunting across state lines via Craigslist is uhm, sketchy at best.
Cross your fingers for me that there isn’t a hard snow – otherwise I might be delayed being that my little jeep is going to be loaded down with all the crap I’ve been accumulating since I hit the road..
It seems the timing is right, as D and I are finally at a point where we’ve been in each others space too long. Another reason I’m so stoked to get my own place – I’m just so done working around other people’s needs and schedules and idiosyncrasies, and when you have a life history with someone from your family – there’s a LOT of idiosyncrasies. Best just to go while we’re still on good terms I think.
I feel a little sadness about going, and obviously quite a lot of fear. I’ve grown into a sense of safety for the last few months. I’ll miss everyone and that’s making me a little despondent. Tempers are short now that Valentines Day stress has set in, so I find my social filter a little strained at the moment. I just want to click my heels together and be standing in Forest Park looking out over the St. John’s Bridge.
It’s keeping me going to think I’ll be in Stumptown next weekend and I have a date with a crepe on 23rd and the voices of people I’ve missed like crazy! I hope to see you all soon
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