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jianantonicWe made it back to Charlottesville around 1am. We weren't particularly tired, so we went through some mail, explored our own house for a little while, and then moseyed off to bed. It's nice to be here. I'm a little travel weary, so I'm giving myself permission to stay in bed for maybe another hour this morning, but then I do have shit to do. I need to write some blog posts. I need to vote. I need to take a picture of myself in the shirt my brother sent me and post it here because it's funny. I need to go to the gym. I need to come back and cutify myself for tonight's Tracy Grammer show. In a normal day, those things would take about half as long as they're going to take today. I'm feeling lazy.
Being here feels sort of strange, now that we've made our decision to move to Portland. We discussed it with my mom last night on the way home from the airport, so now all the parents know and it's quite official. It's strange to call it home, knowing I'm going to leave soon, but it's also strange not to think of it as home, because Charlottesville has always been home, even when I didn't live here. When people ask me "Where are you from?" the answer will always be Virginia, but at the same time I do feel very much connected to Portland. I want so much to be a Portlander, rather than someone who's just visiting. It's not fitting in that I care about, but making a home out of the city. I don't know my way around at all and I don't know how long it will take for me to get comfortable venturing out on my own there. I have fantasies about knowing the transit system backward and forward, helping lost tourists find their way, and spending my days taking the bus to all the far corners of the town. It's silly, especially when I can't even help lost tourists find their way in Charlottesville...
It's still six months until moving day, and we've got a lot to do between then and now. In lots of ways, it seems so soon, but the excited little girl in me thinks that six months is FOREVER.
It'll come.
Peace.
Being here feels sort of strange, now that we've made our decision to move to Portland. We discussed it with my mom last night on the way home from the airport, so now all the parents know and it's quite official. It's strange to call it home, knowing I'm going to leave soon, but it's also strange not to think of it as home, because Charlottesville has always been home, even when I didn't live here. When people ask me "Where are you from?" the answer will always be Virginia, but at the same time I do feel very much connected to Portland. I want so much to be a Portlander, rather than someone who's just visiting. It's not fitting in that I care about, but making a home out of the city. I don't know my way around at all and I don't know how long it will take for me to get comfortable venturing out on my own there. I have fantasies about knowing the transit system backward and forward, helping lost tourists find their way, and spending my days taking the bus to all the far corners of the town. It's silly, especially when I can't even help lost tourists find their way in Charlottesville...
It's still six months until moving day, and we've got a lot to do between then and now. In lots of ways, it seems so soon, but the excited little girl in me thinks that six months is FOREVER.
It'll come.
Peace.
