Living in a hippie neighborhood with several post grad transplants in what I call 'Peter Pan Land' (Portland) in an amazing 90 year old house converted into several apartments I find my general day to day life to be relatively care free.
I have friends that filter in and out of my life in a week, month or even several years. I make new friends daily. My days are mostly unplanned and jovially random. Themed parties are always at the ready, projected movies in a back yard (last week was Goonies). Waking up to random friends crashed on our couches, feasting on savory brunches lovingly prepared by my creative roommates.
I love my career and the resulting small family I've inherited. My coworkers love questioning me to hear what interesting things I've done in a week.
Be it attending the Red Dress party and being nursed by drag queens carrying dixie cups of water, or something simple like making can phones with the neighbors. People passin
g by could only crack up and say "Rock on dudes!" as they stared at the yellow string stretching acrossed the street. Yesterday morning I found myself having an in-depth philosophical conversation with a harmonica playing individual who had passed out in the living room the previous night.Each day is something new, each day I appreciate where I am and who I'm with.
Picasso once said “It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child”.
I get that.
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