And it is way, way too early for that.
A ticket was purchased, meaning I have a date, an exact date on which I am leaving, and a time that I will be in Portland, Oregon. It's still bizarre and a bit painful to think about it. my mom sort of snuck it up on me, first giving me "until the end of the week", but then giving me all these dates and prices, and telling me that Stef will be home for Monster's graduation. Going to Denmark really isn't a practical possibility at this point, because of the volcano that erupted in Iceland, shutting down most European airports. It was late here, and my brain feels like constant hangover, despite no substantail amounts of alcohol in ages, and I said okay.
As what I feel like is some sort of compromise, my mom suggest that I think about finding work and moving to Eugene when I get home. I want to settle in Eugene. I want to live there. Not just go to school there. I'd stay and work in a coffee shop or wash dishes. I am desperate for roots, and my heart has already started to put them out.
Since 2005:
[Each number indicates a major change in living situation, which was connected, almost each time, to a friends group change and many, many major environmental changes]
1. September 2005 : move to Oregon from Alabama
2. August 2007 : move to DC for school
3. December/January 2008 : move to Eugene for school
4. June - September 2008 : spent the summer in Salem
5. September - December 2008 : lived in hell with Miki
6. January -June 2009 : Cuckoo's nest
7. June-August 2009 : spent the summer in Salem
8. September 2009 - present : Poitiers, France
So, either:
9. June -August/September 2010 : Salem
10. September 2010 : move to Eugene for an indefinite amount of time
or:
9. June 2010 : move to Eugene for an indefinite amount of time
My heart is tired and weary and ready to be settled and planted and develop a coherent reality.
Sorry for being all. Heavy, and stuff. It's about that time, though. Seven months is a long time to feel unpotted.
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