i’ve moved to portland. i’m here.
at this very moment i sit on a sofa at Fuel Cafe, and leonard cohen plays in the air (isn’t it amazing how we can play music and it’s invisible as air? we feel things and we can’t see it)
i’m really just so happy. i am trying not to sprinkle tears, so i wipe a little from the corner of my eye and pretend there’s something in it. oh dear, don’t cry in public!
things i’ve committed to memory already:
that time we snuck into the grotto and lit candles and that time we all did christian magic in the prayer closet and the time we rode bikes in a caravan and i laughed so hard i almost fell down
