kaylaisobscene

So as of lately I've been packing like a mad woman. I'm a girl with a mission and that is to consolidate my whole life into one large box. I'm so ahead of schedule though it's insane, usually my first name is procrastination but I think I've been packing so fast because I'm really stoked to be going back to Portland. Lately I've missed it so much, almost like a craving. I've been listening to my favorite Portland radio station online, looking at photos I took there, even reading the Portland Mercury to keep up to date on whats going, which bands and artist have come through/are coming through, the latest bicyclist and motorist stand off, all of it! I just miss it all so much. Wasn't always the case when I was there, but I think now I'll be able to adjust a lot better (we have our OWN apartment now, I'll be starting school/work, and Luke will be working more normal hours). I just know it's really going to work out, and I'm more than ready to get started with my new life in the NW! I can't wait to just be with Luke again, explore the city on midnight bicycle burns, form a posse, etc. I know probably once I get there I'll post some homesick as fuck blog but it's impossible for me not to get sad thinking about everyone I'm leaving behind. I hate seeing empty walls that were once filled with photos of friends, parties, shows all from my days living in the Panhandle. I hate seeing my life packed away in a brown box, and I hate seeing the look on my roommate's/best friend's face when she walks in my room and sees my bare walls and brown boxes. The move is going to be righteous I know, but there is just a lot of attachment I've got here at home too.