night 37

it's not a coincidence that i have traveled more and been more mobile since leaving my apartment. lacking a loyalty to a specific space, without the physical groundedness and obligation of chores and commitments, other cities and spaces are open to me and far more accessible.

last night, to get a little bit of far-away-friend time, i drove down to portland with my mom {who needed to see her own far away friends} and spent the first night of this nomadic journey not on a physical bed. an air mattress is still a bed though and certainly not the couch off to the left of the photo that would not have been able to contain the length of my legs, much less the fullness of my entire height {live your height nat, live it gloriously}. so here i am, night 37 in portland, oregon, staying with a good friend, visiting with another {who is like speaking to an oracle of myself 5 years years into the future}, doing a little bit of fun and spontaneous shopping while also taking a little personal time in a cafe to write draft #1.5 of a piece i'm working on and can't wait to tell you about.

currently writing from fresh pot coffeehouse, mississippi st, portland, oregon.