You would think that the pain of something leaving your life would be proportionate to the joy it used to bring...
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Home
What a contested word...
I felt a little bit of it yesterday when I saw Mr.B. We were driving down to Fairhill to go on a hike and as we soared over the hills on back country roads I felt a little looser in my chest. I felt a little calmer. I felt a little like I was home. It was so good to see him. I've known him so well and so long, it was such a comfort to be reminded that I have a history. I came from a place. I have known and loved people during my short stay on earth.
Life in Portland is all so new. There's no history between the west and myself. But here, in PA, I have roots. This land is quickly changing into something I don't recognize but there are people here whom I love. I feel so much more grounded and stable after seeing them again.
There's a lot going on during this trip. I'd love to delve into thoughts I've had while I stood on the Rocky Mountains or witnessed the changes in Fairhill but I'm short on time. There's just so much to cram into one trip.
PS: Burt's, the independent record shop of my high school years, is gone. It's not simply closed, it's completely gone. Half of my CDs still have Burt's price stickers on them. So it goes.
I felt a little bit of it yesterday when I saw Mr.B. We were driving down to Fairhill to go on a hike and as we soared over the hills on back country roads I felt a little looser in my chest. I felt a little calmer. I felt a little like I was home. It was so good to see him. I've known him so well and so long, it was such a comfort to be reminded that I have a history. I came from a place. I have known and loved people during my short stay on earth.
Life in Portland is all so new. There's no history between the west and myself. But here, in PA, I have roots. This land is quickly changing into something I don't recognize but there are people here whom I love. I feel so much more grounded and stable after seeing them again.
There's a lot going on during this trip. I'd love to delve into thoughts I've had while I stood on the Rocky Mountains or witnessed the changes in Fairhill but I'm short on time. There's just so much to cram into one trip.
PS: Burt's, the independent record shop of my high school years, is gone. It's not simply closed, it's completely gone. Half of my CDs still have Burt's price stickers on them. So it goes.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Quote of the Day
"What would your mother think?"
"What? About me harboring seals in the fridge?"
"No, about you punching seals in the face."
"What? About me harboring seals in the fridge?"
"No, about you punching seals in the face."
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