Reconciling Saints

So by the end of the day on 8/27 we had our place down to this :

By the end of the day on the 28th we got this:

However, now this pile:

is stuff for storage/stuff for trash... so it's still a pile o' boxes and sort of a mess, but it's heading towards the door!

I'm TRYING to go through things wisely, however, right now... everything... including my old ballet shoes (pointe and slippers), is looking very giveaway/trash worthy.

This aspect of moving BITES!

So today... well these past 2 days, really, has the kind of weather I adore. It's crisp out. The sun beats down warmly but there's a chilly little breeze whipping about and the sun is starting to look a little different.

This... is exactly what fall in LA is like. In fact, I was lucky if I got a day like this... 'cause generally it's just... hot.

So my body is feeling a little off in that it's telling me, "It's fall! It's fall!" and here it is, not even Labor Day yet!

My body is also telling me that I need to get back to the gym as I'm feeling totally off kilter from the weirdness that is moving (tonight we tackle the boxes!).

Speaking of moving, so finally getting our own place has me feeling as though I just moved here... again! It's funny, but I look around at all my stuff and I think, "Hey! It's up here with me too!"

I think that that thought is what makes it seem real. I now live in Portland and this is a fact because all my stuff is here. I can now have my toys, and CDs and books and... well, just stuff!
Now I can set up where I would feel best writing, and where to put my books and if I prefer to sit on the back stoop or the front stoop. That kind of thing. I can also have friends over and have cocktail parties (which Long Beach saw only one of, but it was a HIT!). I can just... BE. I can dream there with Da5id, with friends, or just by myself.

Ugh!

Lunch is over... no more day dreaming for the time being.

More later...

This is currently what home looks like:Thankfully I have a sanctuary that looks like this:

(Yes, I've been reunited with Mitch and 猴子, my sleeping Monkeys)

It's sparse, I know, but there ARE NO BOXES IN THIS ROOM!

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So David London, being the better friend that he is (better than I, the one that forgot his birthday), said he got me a present and I've currently found Season one of Skins in my possession.

David London,

You.... RULE!

SO! I guess once I clear some wall space, the boyo and I will be throwing some Skins onto our walls via projector. Maybe I'll make it a night.

There's a longer post in me somewhere, but I'm still losing track of time and I never seem to get enough sleep. I'll post about Home later.

I'm going to go dream happy dreams now... even if our light mysteriously came on last night while we were trying to go to sleep.
*bites nails*

It rained here, today, in Portland. I finally got the weather I was wishing for after a weekend of 90 to 100+ degrees F weather. I felt like I was in California, and therefore, perhaps, that's why I didn't feel like I had really moved.

Today was movie night and, as always, it was interesting. The movies tonight were "Moonlight Whisper" or so it was called in the American title. It's a Japanese movie about a boy who likes the pain and the girl who likes to cause it. We only made it about... 3/4? 1/2? way through the movie and then it geeked out on us. This is not important, though, nor is the fact that we then put on The Signal... interesting and a lot more ... well thought out? ... than I would have given a horror movie to be. Funny at times, and at others, funny 'cause... well movie night turns into a night on the Satellite of Love .

Yes, my point...

So the friends around, my friends, friends of friends... they remind me of family. It's much like familiy in that your kid brother is making stupid remarks and your older sister is being Trés Whit-é. Still ... zany mad-cap fun ensues.

Tonight as I was taking out the trash (for a lot accumulates on movie night... plus tomorrow is trash day and I'd rather do this now then as a zombie in the morning) I could smell the wet in the air... a very... unfamiliar smell to me, one who has never lived anywhere else than So Cal. It made me realize... I'm somewhere else! I moved and I'm trying to do what my heart said to do next... which was a)move and b) move to someplace with a different (colder) climate.

I wonder, then, why this all feels so familiar.

I think I trust easily... and gain friends easily as well. As was pointed out by a dear friend a few nights ago, some of the things I post are ... well, quite private, and I unabashedly post them for all the world to see and then I write CECI in big red crayon over it for all the world to know that I SAID IT! It's not that there are not reasons to mistrust the internet... and yeah, the people around me probably don't want their shit as public as I post mine, yet, I can't help but put myself out there. For me, it's no different here than it is if I were to meet you in person.

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Ok so some does come from the idea that I know most (98%???) of the people that read this little blog of mine. The other part is that... well, for me the internet has always been a way of making friends and reaching out to people and just... well... being out there! I started going to chat rooms in '97 and I made a nice little network of friends, that I still keep in touch with in some form or other. It works for me.

I send out a signal and I get a resonating *ping* back.

For me, I feel like I can catch someone else's signal just as easily because I'm receptive to it, and therefore everything ends up being very familiar to me. This is the way I operate, this is the way I feel and, most importantly to me, this is the way I experience life. I like it. I have faith in it.

Of course, maybe I also have so much faith in it 'cause I know I can be such a Bitch if you so much as step out of bounds. I do it to my friends and I do to non-friends.

I'm just me.

Get the signal?