Friend of mine the other day said, "Portland is a great place, there's a lot of stuff to do. But it sucks to be in alone in this city, without someone to do stuff with."
I gotta say I think she's right.
It's hard for me out here. I feel very lonely. I don't have folks around to drag me out to do fun stuff when I'm feeling down or withdrawn. Or check up on me when I'm not feeling well. Or pester me when I need to be pestered. Or make me laugh.
Feels like if I were to die out here, it would be days before anyone would even notice.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
I remember when...
So I turn on the news, and find that my local CBS affiliate is (once again) covering a fire outbreak. Before I switch the station, they mention that the fire is in LA.
Griffith Park is on fire. I sit and watch in horror as flames engulf a beloved place of my childhood memories.
My parents used to take us up there on occasion. I remember the little train ride for the kids. I remember the pony ride - where else is a city kid gonna get the chance to ride a horse in LA? I think there was a petting zoo as well, but my memories are vague and I can't be sure. But the train ride and the ponies, I'm sure of.
I remember loving our trips to the park - the long car trips filled with anticipation (hey, anything longer than 5 minutes is a "long" car trip for a kid), waiting in line with other excited kids, the ponies carrying children along their rope-defined paths...
How much of all that was left, I don't know. I hadn't been there in ages - not since I was a kid. Memories were all I really had of the place. Vague, happy, childhood memories.
Encircled and engulfed in flames.
Griffith Park is on fire. I sit and watch in horror as flames engulf a beloved place of my childhood memories.
My parents used to take us up there on occasion. I remember the little train ride for the kids. I remember the pony ride - where else is a city kid gonna get the chance to ride a horse in LA? I think there was a petting zoo as well, but my memories are vague and I can't be sure. But the train ride and the ponies, I'm sure of.
I remember loving our trips to the park - the long car trips filled with anticipation (hey, anything longer than 5 minutes is a "long" car trip for a kid), waiting in line with other excited kids, the ponies carrying children along their rope-defined paths...
How much of all that was left, I don't know. I hadn't been there in ages - not since I was a kid. Memories were all I really had of the place. Vague, happy, childhood memories.
Encircled and engulfed in flames.