A few things have happened in the past few weeks. I went to Portland. There was a grand opening show for the "Black Cherry". I have experienced and learned and fought and loved.

I fell in love with Portland. I was able to stay with a friend that I had actually met in Ohio, a fellow rust belt kid. I realized that people from the rust belt totally get each other. While in Oregon I met wonderful people, rode a very organized and usable public transportation system, , shotgunned beers off of a bluff overlooking the Williamette river, went camping, went to a speakeasy, made contacts at a local infoshop, played with ferrets and a dog named sissy, traveled west to the ocean, saw one of my oldest friends, as well as her mom and two cats, went to hot springs and waterfalls with said friend and boyfriend, and left a very saaaaad goodbye to all of it.

I may move, but I know what will happen. But I am ready.

There was a band staying at my house last night. Well actually a few different bands, ones that played at the opening of the black cherry. I had a conversation with one of them, about traveling and living in different places opposed to staying in one place. He hadn't been "home" (Bloomington, IN) more than three weeks in the past year. He has been touring with three different bands for the entire year. I don't know if that is what I need, but I think I need to get out and experience other people.


It is comforting to have friends. Family. Inspiration. Sense.


Its funny how some people can influence you in a few short hours. And some people you spend years with and never grow.