Home from seeing one of my oldest and bestest friends, SDJD, and kind of tripping out on time, love, distance, confrontation, and weirdly enough -- the suburbs. Amazing to see my friend again and remember how much I love about her; weird to see how different our lives are.
I've spent two nights in the suburbs in order to spend time with her while she was in town, and this 'vacation' from Portland has really helped me see how much I love my life, my town, and my own problems. People who appear as though they have it all have all the same problems that other people have, they just also have money and mansions and weird murals in their kitchens. And they are as unsure, uncertain, unhappy as anyone else, but they can't show it, because the well-off aren't allowed to be unhappy considering how much they have...
I'm relieved to be poor and in touch with myself. Remind me to never trade that for riches. Ever.
