It's Easy

I want to yell out in the very best way, and I want it to rip you awake. Cosmically speaking, do you know what I mean?

Do you feel the tender pulse that craves its way across the states, and stares you down in a lovely crowded space?

Have you seen us on a city park bench and thought "It's you, it's you, it's you..."?

Road trip superlatives

Most unexpected place to see cute guys: Maiya's Restaurant in Marfa, TX

Hottest temperatures: Austin, TX

Biggest storms (and consequently, best sleep): Montana

Highest # of crosses on the side of the road: New Mexico

Most unexpected place to see tumbleweeds: Washington

Highest # of trucks per capita: Texas

Best thrift stores: Portland

Favorite shopping: Austin & Portland

Cheapest gas: Little Rock, AK

Easiest drive: West Texas

Best hiking: Yosemite

Freshest air: Redwoods Natl. Park & West Texas

Most scenic drive: Pacific Coast Highway

Worst wind: Washington

Slowest drivers: Wisconsin

Ugliest town: Eureka, CA.

Best place to see the night sky: Wyoming & Montana

Highest number of motorcycles congregated in one place: South Dakota

Highest number of tweakers: Eureka, CA and Butte, MT.

Worst state to drive through: South Dakota

Highest number of taxidermists: Wyoming

Most visible border control: New Mexico

Most unexpected place to see a high # of foreigners: Mesa Verde Natl. Park

Creepiest places to be alone at dusk: Redwoods & Badlands Natl. Park

truth

imagine for a second that she's laying

A Foundation

she's smoothing with her hands

like a sheet to cover a bare bed

or bare bones

On the move to Portland

At this point I've accepted my restlessness, my gypsy tendencies and the habit I have of remaining in movement- even if that movement is an eddy, slowly swirling and small. Have you ever come across something lovely and immediately known it would make you leave everything that you had grown comfortable with? Have you had the sinking feeling that you would have to leap for it, like leaping for a moving train? And that by leaping you would give the rest away?

I hate the between-ness of knowing one place and knowing another. I hate shouldering the stress of finding something temporary until I can replace it with something permanent, wondering whether I can make it to the first paycheck without falling back on someone that I never intended to burden. I hate that I'm still insecure enough that I feel I have to impress people, that I'm being put to the test and that failure is somehow a possibility.

But I live to explore and to learn and to conquer and I have never before felt so at home somewhere so quickly. I will thrive here, and if there's any evidence of that it's the fact that here is the bud of a blog that I have threatened for a long time to write. A tiny victory in a great adventure. Have you found yours?