The piles of mangos that put the portland fruit markets to shame, dyed my face yellow as I ate them in the car ( Read more... )

I am home now, for christmas. feels like winter break, feels like this is the real world and that is the fake world, that there on the west coast, an escape ( Read more... )

Am I writing here anymore ( Read more... )

the circus happened, and graduation happened, and I moved out of my old house and in to my new house and worked at the yarn store and quit the yarn store and now tomorrow I am leaving for the city, to go to iceland with my family and then alone ( Read more... )

I have been too exhausted to write about the dismantling ( Read more... )

Weeks go by, someday soon this year will be over and every day that thought is more real and terrifying. Someday sooner it will be warm, the light is coming back, and that too feels unreal. It felt/feels like winter/project making will go on forever ( Read more... )

Ariana and Emma will come home in a few hours, I cleaned the house to welcome them. This marks the end of break, for me. Tomorrow I have classes, and even though pretty much everyone besides my housemates are back, things still feel like vacation because I am living alone ( Read more... )

This journal is on a slow time frame, marking the big picture for myself.

Right now, this accounts most of whats important to me:

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two weeks at home ( Read more... )

okay, I need to chill out ( Read more... )