Where do I even begin?



Becca and I were sitting outside the Bread Peddler last weekend, I had just gotten back, barreling North on I5 past varying degrees of river and gorge, X on real loud, wrappers from New Seasons askew, Coffee Coffee and all the sunglasses.
My second spring break, i just returned,
and we're sitting outside The Bread Peddler the fancy cafe seating, I say,
"Its like I'm living this make believe sort of life,"
and she laughs "I think you Are."

Locked in my attic room reading dispatches from the 90sindiescene, birth stories straight from the heart of my very own little town. If this is not really Olympia in 1992 I can at least pretend so. Scene-fueled vay-cay to D.C. up next.

This whirling tour of Texas, Portland, Seattle I have made of my life, and these plans for the next few months-Minneapolis Chicago Orcas Island and Beyond-
A true product of 90s mainstream thirdwave, I CAN DO ANYTHING GO ANYWHERE BE ANYBODY

So excited.

Its funny I guess. Today is the 5year anniversary of meeting my soul mate
and in this way,
becoming the person I am, the life I have, you know,

its insane whats happened and most of it I never would have planned for.

So its crazy to me that we are setting a date,
JULY TWENTY-SEVENTH,

and I am leaving Olympia.

WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING TO HAPPEN.

A million directions.