maybe it is homesick. maybe it's just where i'm at now. but i've not felt like myself since i got back to my "new" home. my new york home. i was relieved to finally just get to new york friday night/saturday morning. but since then i've just been restless.
restless=sleepless. everything feels neglected. my cat, the drawings, this blog. . . my mind is aimless and forgetful. last night a man asked me how long i'd been in line at the grocery store, i stared at him for a moment and said, "i don't know, i was day dreaming." and then i couldn't remember what i had been thinking about.
is this grief?
after our conversation about walking to normindale and revisiting that portland walk, i walked up alberta (right?) and remembered how i always loved the sidewalks in portland, completely reminds me of childhood. i love that they are dated as they are and that they keep the old dates with the new ones when they were replaced. it's like a cultural nostalgia.
4 comments:
I'm sorry you're feeling something like homesick.
I had this job back in 2001 / 2002. I had to travel all over the country, which I thought was great because I'd finally figure out where I wanted to live. I'm glad I had that opportunity. There were too many nights in Austin, or Charleston, or Racine, or LA where I had a fantastic time, but I just wanted to be in Portland again, I was homesick. And so I knew. I learned I wanted to live right here, where I've always been.
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Portland Yay!
look, someone else besides us commented!!
I'm going to start blogging again i promise. soon.
xoxo
Lol! This was the second time I've commented. The first one was on the precious canvas. I haven't known Phaedra as long as you have, but I've known her for a little while. :-) Take care. -gregory
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