My vacation was beyond relaxing. At this point, I feel guilty for how self-indulgent it was. I cried a lot while I was in Sacramento. When I moved to Portland, I went through a very long depression. Knowing no one, starting a new job, finding a new home, moving with only a few belongings that could fit in a small car. I didn’t feel the impact until my new place was filled with used furniture people kindly delivered to me from Craigslist. I hadn’t realized how much life has changed until I went back to the place I spent the first almost twenty-five years of my life. Dillon was more than understanding, though I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought, “Goddamn, this trick is crying again?”
We ate at all of our old favorite spots. Unfortunately, the restaurant that serves my favorite banh mi no longer puts pate in their sandwiches. Their pho is still incredible. We went to San Francisco and had the best fried chicken wings I’ve ever had. I loved Chinatown. I hadn’t been there since a child and wanted to meander through the shops. I purchased way too much, but I found a beautiful silk robe, one I always imagined having as a kid.
Returning to Portland after a week with Dillon was very difficult. I was definitely ready to be home, but there was something very magical about that week. As an early Christmas present (way early), Wes bought me a bike. I was terrified riding at first, but I’m so happy to get back into it again. For some reason, I thought I would be starting over again. Just riding in circles around the park was so liberating. We at a lot of pizza and ice cream, and it was beautiful being so lazy. We didn’t have a purpose other than to enjoy ourselves. We played Halo 2 & 3, and I am now addicted to Cities: Skylines.
I have a lot of films to develop soon, though I don’t know when I’ll be able to afford it!
On Tuesday night, we went to see Atlas Sound/Deerhunter play. We didn’t stay through the end, but I was so happy to find Logos on vinyl. We listened to it a bit last night. I haven’t listened to the album fully in a few years, and it felt new and magical again. During our walk home, everything just felt… perfect. I am so incredibly thankful for every little thing, even the shit that annoys me. It’s there to remind me that life is good, even when it sucks ass.
Polaroid Week was also last week. I had so much to share from vacation, so it was difficult choosing only ten photos for the week. At some point, I’ll post them all on here. I don’t think I’ve even scanned half of what I have. I took a couple great photos at the concert. I’m so impressed with how much The Impossible Project has improved with their film. It’s insane.