I’m going going back back to Portland Portland. (RIP BIG. Word to burgers.)
So yeah. It’s all really happening. Three weeks from this very day. And I am feeling all of the emotions. The fear, the excitement, the relief, the love, the comforts of home, just… everything.
The last couple years, away from that city I love, have been tough. I have missed it since the day I left it.
And things are so much better in my head now, too! I mean, I feel lucky. I am newly in love with myself, and I am always (mostly) in love with life, and I am still in love with Portland Town. And I feel like there are so many beautiful things waiting for me out there. Lovely humans, lovely opportunities. The future!
And I’ve decided that I will pursue getting back my weekly radio show. I want to do that so badly, I miss it, it was always so much fun. Which reminds me… I really can’t wait to spend some time with my fucking music collection! I’ve been without it for so long now… thousands of CDs, and a computer full of thousands more. Good god.
And I’m not saying shit, because I’m not jinxing shit. But. There is a beautiful girl. It’s true, there is.
So many more things to be grateful for, so many things to be excited about. I am the healthiest I’ve ever been, and I’m going back to my favorite city in America. I feel like the world at large is… in my bed, waiting to be fondled and loved by me.
Whatever. This is an extremely stupid, self-indulgent post. I just wanted to vent a little. I have a right to do that, I think. You know… it’s not my fault you read my blog…