there's nothing quite like a sunny morning in the early spring. sitting on the porch wrapped in my robe, sipping tea. the sun trickling through the leaves as it breaks the horizon of the city's high rises. my pale skin soaks in the warm rays. i put my bare feet up on the porch railing and the chilly air creeps up my robe, it's cool on my naked skin, still damp from my morning shower. there's nothing quite like the feeling of the early morning breeze on your sleepy face. refreshing. it quiets the soul.
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sorry, that was random, and far off. it's still very cold out here in portland, and i foresee several months of that still to come.
four days until i leave. four fucking days. it's actually a little difficult for me to believe. it probably won't hit me till i get to the airport. my bags are half packed laying on the vacant half of my bed. i'm packing light, so i'll mull over my suitcases contents three or four times till they're right. i have to be picky i guess since i'm not taking much.
london seems so far away. and it is i guess, right? i can't wait to leave my cozy little portland home, just get the fuck outta here.
i have no one to take me to the airport, i don't think i've ever gone anywhere where this was the case. i think i'm going to ride the bus downtown and take the max, seems the easiest route. it's a little sad that i won't have anyone seeing me off, but for some reason a little exciting to me also. i feel all grown up sort of.
i feel like i'm falling apart lately. here and there things keep going awry. can't things just be good??? i suppose it's too much to ask. but hopefully everything will straighten itself out when its ready.
i'm feeling rather random tonite, i apologize. and if you're actually still reading this, i'm quite surpised. i feel like i want to keep writing, but not sure what else i can say that's worthwhile. alright *end of journal entry*
....almost
favorite word: metronome
favorite smell: lovespell (victoria's secret)
favorite sensation: skin on skin, warm, between the sheets at night just before you drift off to sleep
favorite time of day: late nite, between 1am & 5am
what are your favorites?
4 days till departure, 5 days till arrival
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sorry, that was random, and far off. it's still very cold out here in portland, and i foresee several months of that still to come.
four days until i leave. four fucking days. it's actually a little difficult for me to believe. it probably won't hit me till i get to the airport. my bags are half packed laying on the vacant half of my bed. i'm packing light, so i'll mull over my suitcases contents three or four times till they're right. i have to be picky i guess since i'm not taking much.
london seems so far away. and it is i guess, right? i can't wait to leave my cozy little portland home, just get the fuck outta here.
i have no one to take me to the airport, i don't think i've ever gone anywhere where this was the case. i think i'm going to ride the bus downtown and take the max, seems the easiest route. it's a little sad that i won't have anyone seeing me off, but for some reason a little exciting to me also. i feel all grown up sort of.
i feel like i'm falling apart lately. here and there things keep going awry. can't things just be good??? i suppose it's too much to ask. but hopefully everything will straighten itself out when its ready.
i'm feeling rather random tonite, i apologize. and if you're actually still reading this, i'm quite surpised. i feel like i want to keep writing, but not sure what else i can say that's worthwhile. alright *end of journal entry*
....almost
favorite word: metronome
favorite smell: lovespell (victoria's secret)
favorite sensation: skin on skin, warm, between the sheets at night just before you drift off to sleep
favorite time of day: late nite, between 1am & 5am
what are your favorites?
4 days till departure, 5 days till arrival
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And like I said, if you want to check out the general Canterbury/Dover area, I can show you around no prob
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