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Wednesday, March 5, 2008 4:22 AM
So this is the part where I tell you I feel like an adult or a child playing house, or even just a human being.
February is now laying on my carpet crumpled in a ball screaming for attention as I just let it go. The past month was the most stressful since moving here to Portland. I needed to find a new place to live, print photos for my first real art show, keep doing my 9th step, and add in the fact that I had no money to do any one of these things...not to mention the realization that swarmed over me that I really do not have a support group here...well I was ready to throw myself off one of the many bridges. I did it though.I did not drop the ball on a single thing, and I reached out after stuffing my pride in my back pocket.
I now live in a cute little one bedroom that is two blocks from tea chai te (my place of employment) , my show is on Thursday, and there is a beautiful boy that sleeps in my bed, kisses my face, and shares morning coffee with me. I have also started keeping a collection of recipes, the idea of buying silverware is very appealing, and I am elated just sit on my couch after a day of work. So...this is the part where I tell you I feel like an adult or a child playing house, or even just a human being.
I now live in a cute little one bedroom that is two blocks from tea chai te (my place of employment) , my show is on Thursday, and there is a beautiful boy that sleeps in my bed, kisses my face, and shares morning coffee with me. I have also started keeping a collection of recipes, the idea of buying silverware is very appealing, and I am elated just sit on my couch after a day of work. So...this is the part where I tell you I feel like an adult or a child playing house, or even just a human being.