okay. let's try this.

i'm in portland. i love it here. coming home, maybe for the first time... or at least the most jarring. sense of home that is.
i got a job today. i start tomorrow... i should be asleep really. i can hardly believe it, and i'm so excited. it's housepainting. i know, how unpredictable right? :) lucky lucky fucker i am.
today i spent a lot of time talking. mostly to margot, and then to jodi. getting caught up on other people's lives is good. i missed so many people here it's unreal, and i can't possibly move fast enough to see them all right away.
also. the pain and sadness of breaking up are more real now than they have been so far. i keep reflecting on things, and just keep landing in the same place. maybe someday i can write more about it. maybe when i figure out how to filter. or maybe not. just know that i'm sad about it for now.

okay. bed time. work tomorrow. thank the goddess, because you know the money's running out.
xo.