I'm leaving Portland on Tuesday. Taking my boxes of books and old journals and carting them down the coast to California, where my mother's house and some time spent with Rachel and the next 6 months of my life are waiting for me.

Should I be sad?
 I'm not sad.

I think mostly I feel surreal. I have been so many things here. I have learned ( Read more... )

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It's funny how familiar things can pile up on top of themselves until we barely recognize our own lives ( Read more... )

Without being overly ridiculous, I would like to say that there is something really nice about being able to breathe another person in -- the texture of their skin, and the smell of detergent in cotton, and shared warmth. For a very brief moment, the whole world feels still ( Read more... )

Anna's voice in the next room is both strange and familiar. She is playing a song I do not know, and I'm sure she has written it herself. Garrick is downstairs trying to fix eli*'s internet, and Rachel is tracing her finger along the outline of her phone as she talks. The Winch is an odd sort of second home for me; people move in and out, but ( Read more... )

when we begin to remember, it is slow ( Read more... )

You know how you can be tired in anticipation of something hard? It's not here yet, but you can feel it creeping closer with each hour, and the idea makes every muscle in your body tired ( Read more... )

It's been so long since I've had a computer, I forgot LJ existed. Heh ( Read more... )

and so: this change ( Read more... )

For reference, it is ( Read more... )