i turn twenty six very very soon. five days. i am odd about birthdays. i love them. i love all holidays. and cupcakes. and presents. and drinks and laughter and ridiculousness. but this birthday is odd for some reason. i feel old i think and i have never really felt that. memories are beginning to fog over and i find that terrifying. i was only twenty-one when i was in portland. it seems so recent but so distant at the same time. portland changed my life. it is as straight and narrow as that. but it is odd to be so past those life changing moments yet. still. sorta. there. i was just thinking that it would be so nice to have a person to tell those stories to that nobody actually cares about but you. those memories that are so precious but nobody will ever get it in the same way as you. i guess that is kinda what blogging is for. oh jeez....blogging makes me emo as all hell....
remember...
the mint green house with the purple shutters....
the box car in the backyard....
the boy who talked about the castle in prague....
the vegan scones from pearl bakery....
the delivery boy from pearl bakery....
the blackberries....
stumptown lattes with hearts and a side of limonata....
slabtown....
hip hop the bunny....
the roller skating rink with the organ...
the simplest things are so easily forgotten yet so amazing...
1 comment:
It's easy to forget that blogging is for the blogger, not necessarily to entertain the bloggee. I tend to forget that for fear that my words could be turned against me. Or offensive. Or not as fun.
But thank you for reminding me that it is for me. If someone wants to stumble upon and read what's in my heart, then so be it. If it offends someone, then so be it.
Thank you. And happy birthday soon.
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