Status: Near Sleep

Published on Sept. 7, 2005 in United States

Many people are afraid when their life enters an enigma; I am embracing the uncertainty that will cloud my life in the near future. My previous journies have all been documented by some journal of some sort — this journey will be no different. Let me rewind and share the last few days.

I am no longer in portland. That city has given me so much insight into the real world, so many experiences, compassion, tolerance and hope (no pun intended). Time has come however to start another adventure. I’m nearly done with my education at Portland State and feel confident that I am prepared for the next stage in my life. The weekend I left Portland was hectic, naturally, but relaxing at the same time.

Saturday was a day for me to finish an uncompleted project at work, and the Sunday I finished packing. I said goodbye to many people and around 8:30 dropped my bed off for a friend downtown. Said goodbye to Marla and hit the road. Right as I was getting on I5 I received a call from my friend Elena to stop by Applebees on 217 and say goodbye. Unfortunatly, I didn’t know where the resteraunt was and her directions would only be good if supplimented by a GPS. I eventually found he place, and after receiving a guilt trip for not finding it, hit the road again.

So why was I leaving portland at 8:30 (really 9:30) for a 6 hour drive? My mom. Her indirect communication throughout the day alluded to her need for appreciation — I figured how else could I show my appreciatoin than drive down a day early. I eventually arrived right around 2:00am and fell asleep. The next days were surrounded with unpacking, packing and goodbyes. Last night I went to bed at 1:30am and woke up to get on the plane at 5:15am.

On the plane I discussed values and perspectives with the lady that sat next to me (almost the entire time). Her views were similar to my own, however she unglued parts of my eyelids. A well-presented real-estate agent living in Ashland from Laguna Beach, I intend to keep in rough contact with her.

Eventually I arrived in LAX and was greeted by my long-time friend Ben and his friend Kris. While it is quite irrelevant now, Kris and myself were not in the same social crowds. Regardless, his personality has quickly testified as being very warm. His sense of humor is some type of melody between Robin Williams and Dave Chappele — wity yet blunt at times, my abs (however un-worked-out) at times ache from the laughter generated by his thoughts.

This afternoon we laid on the beach for awhile. Indeed Ben and Kris need to worry little about the sun, I need to realize that too much run will yield me like a Rasberry-cicle. Hopefully I will be good for tomorrow, I usually am.

THis evening Kris and myself cooked food — steak, Chicken, shrimp, a salad. The salad was quite ordinary so not amazing; I could have done better.

My parents seem to be much more supporitve yet ironically worried of this move.

Realizing that I’m all alone in the living room (Ben and Kris are out socializing, but my three hours of sleep somewhat prevents that. — I’m getting tired!

I had better bid farewell before too late.

So alas, gnight, and more stories to come back to!

Kelvin

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