I realized the other day that I don't know where the hell this year has gone. Well, that's a lie, I know where it went, but it's been a blur. Most of the months of this year were spent being happily wrapped up with Chris, so there was very little else to focus on. It just sort of whirled by. I guess I should be happy about that, and I am, but... it feels like a whole lot of time just *poof!* gone.
I moved. Again. Did I mention that? In 2007 I have lived in three different places. Four if you count my month-long stop-over with Selena at her place. Jesus, I move a lot. So now we're in this house for a year, and then... who fucking knows. Not I... My roommate Erin has a friend named Jay. He refers to us as the Real World PDX house. Seven of us live here: there Dimitri, our crazy Russian, who works at REI and loves watching Discovery and having positive energy moments with whoever is around; Philip, my best-red-headed friend, who works as a chimney sweep by day, plays music with the band by night, and got his masters in communication; Joy, who just got back from Honduras on a Fulbright, promptly had her car stolen (from the library), and makes ridiculous amounts of ethnic food (which I love); Erin, who is the oldest member of the house, was recently canned by ClifBar as an events/marketing agent, and snowboards at every available opportunity (which has been more and more frequent since the getting-fired); Quita, Erin's chihuahua, who shakes a lot and likes to drag stuff out of the trash; Toufer, my cat, who rarely leaves my room, unless he needs to eat or go use the litterbox; and finally, me. And you know plenty about me.
The first three smoke ridiculous amounts of weed, Erin drinks like a sailor, and I bake a lot. Oh goodness, having a full-size kitchen is like having heaven right downstairs. My KitchenAid no longer has to live in it's box. I have a fridge, stove, oven, pantry, counter space... in the first week I baked three cakes. Yes, three. Partly due to the fact that three of the roommates had birthdays right in that time-frame, and baking birthday cakes is what I do. But in reality, it was more for me than for them.
And now here I am, settling into a big old house with a whole lot of roommates who constantly have a whole lot of friends over, and we have had some great parties, and our Christmas tree is oh-so pretty. I'm quite happy with where things have finally settled. Who knows what will happen in the next couple of months, but for now... I figure I'll just enjoy where I'm at.
always.....
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