I've been neglecting my baby, my blog, but it's been a wild few months and with this new year I'll try to be more diligent.
So, we moved to Portland.
Yeah.
I'll be honest here.
My recent relocation to Oregon has given life to so many truths I never knew existed. Truths about myself, the world, my relationship with Dillon and Portland.
Ah, Portland.
You wet, foggy bitch.
You sweet temptress.
I hate the way you shake your fir in my face, beckoning me to your green bosom.
Moving to Portland has made me realize the following things:
1. I miss New York and all that it encompased.
2. I'm happy to be somewhere green and wet with great public radio.
3. I can NOT and will NOT work in a restaurant for the rest of my life.
4. I have to go back to school, get a job doing something I care about and enjoy a steady income.
5. I have little patience for Hipsters and Emo kids. Or any combination of the two. Although
here in Portland they seem to merge into one.
6. I don't find skinny jeans attractive on men.
7. I love not having a television.
8. I've lost the need for 'friends'. I've grown out of my 'getting loaded after work with people I only know on a surface level and don't really intend to make good friends with because they don't have much to offer me if they don't have the desire to make more than minimum wage someday' phase.
I could go on and on, but these are just some of my thoughts.
So much has happened I could hardly tell the whole tale. I'm so relieved to have moved here. If I hadn't, I'd never have realized how desperately I want to change my life. I'm beginning to think that Portland may be the first stop on a multi-city tour for us. Maybe.
I know, I know. We just got here. But, trust me, I am ready to be moving forward, not treading water.
