I might even miss DC. Find myself thinking about it, longing for certain aspects. And of course there's always wanting Portland. Sometimes I'm back in a scene--driving down a certain street, experiencing something again--so vividly I forgot memories could be like that. But there have been a lot of memory-invasions, recently. Things I haven't thought of for a while. I think it might have something to do with Uncle Al, but they aren't all related to him.
It's nice.
Anywhere but here.
I hope I make it out alive and unscathed. Seriously. Just want out safely into another place. Take the MA and run.
About Me
- satchel
- Heart in Portland, Oregon
- Some folks have what you'd call an "interesting blog." ...this ain't it. Nevertheless... I used to write. A lot. Now I don't, but this blog is one small way of keeping that alive. Also, I like to remember things that happen in life. anthro dork who sometimes hugs trees and lives in the past.
