T Y P I N G F R O M P O R T LA N D~ I've officially moved and begun this chapter, and ahh! I've had very close to no bad vibes at all since I've been here and I think that's pretty rad. (Side-note: please maim my hands in some grotesquely creative fashion for concluding that using the word rad was ever a good idea. It seems right now but I have this feeling it's ickiness will haunt me sooooon?) I'm not really feeling another travel post so I'll summarize my second trek to Portland right here: Montana is vast, vast, vast and full of deer and folk-y accents and forests and (at least half of the time) lotsa fuckin' snow. South Dakota basically just, like, wishes it could be Montana. The rest of the states I went through were either kinda regular or unable to wake my road-trip slumber.
Whew! Alright, onward. Actually no, backward.. yikes sorry? But the week leading up to ~moving day~ was much more ACTION PACKED than sitting in a truck for two days. It was my mind so effectively going to actual shit instead of staying in tight, healthy neurons. There was scrambling to say goodbye to people (and figuring out how to process those kind of emotions), deciding which of my possessions and clothes I absolutely needed and packing them into boxes jigsaw-style, handing over my bunny that I've had for yeeears, Wafer, to someone that didn't have to take him across the country and put him in a smaller place than he's used to as I would've, and just straight up preparing to move across the country. Dude that is so much. It was a lot. The day we were going back and forth between the moving truck and the house loading boxes/furniture, I spent about three hours under the impression our two cats had escaped the house and were lost (nope. just well hidden in the basement from the confusing process of a move). Much sobbing ensued after those three hours, only for hella stress of similar origin to revisit the next morning when one was hidden somewhere in our house for another hour and a half. I mean, gawd, this whole process was one damn stressful thing after the other. I wouldn't think it too hard to imagine what a relief just walking around the new apartment was. This whole thing was something I've been anticipating, imagining, talking about, and planning for months now.
I've already gone on for too long about my feeeeeelings and shit on moving, so another lightning-round-style summary of things is in order, I think. So here.
- I'm loving the way you can wear whatever your kawaii ass heart is capable of dreaming up in this hood. It seems like something pretty minute but sista let me tell you...it feels great. Not only is it cool to style yourself how you wanna, but it's easier than ever. The number of places to buy any kind of clothing, used and therefore for under $20 at most, is a thing of beauty.
- I'm working on cutting out animal products from my what I eat, which has been challenging-ish for me. I haven't been a meat eater since I was a lil kiddo, but the whole veganism thing is a DIFFERENT ANIMAL (HA OH GOD PUNZ) entirely. Being in such a progressive city helps so much. But I like feeling like I'm just real conscious of what I'm eating.
- I've been very happy here, I've enjoyed dressing up in my favorite clothes and navigating the transit system to spend time downtown sipping coffee/drawing/reading.
- I hope to do some art and upload it.
- I have a goal of learning as many Beatles songs on my cello as possible in my spare time to practice translating music to instruments it's not often written for.
- I've been applying for part-time work at a bunch of different pet stores.
Vibes are solid lately, homez. I hope the same is happening for you.
