nights 77 to 79

back to portland for a night, you might remember this apartment with a spunky cat named handy and his absolutely fantastic owners. i wish they lived closer. watching reid and kat banter and dance around each other warms me all the way down to my tippy toes.

morning brunch with jamie {at the tin shed where they didn't bat an eyelash at my dairy-gluten free diet}. this is another person i could never possibly get enough time with. check in about the creative process as an actor. so precious to be reflected back that i haven't just been wasting my time and failure isn't inevitable.

nights 79 & 79 are spent in sunriver, oregon, right outside of bend. these are probably the poshest accommodations i'll be staying at this whole time. fireplace, golf course view, running paths to make my legs cry {in a good way} and a roommate i adore spending time with. the three hour car trip was broken up by whole foods excursions, life updates and good music mixes {thanks, #10!}. damage control of misprinted brochures was handled with the help of bridesmaids in the background and enough empathy-humiliation to last me a while. ouch. that film didn't pull the punches.

while i feel everyday life these days is like traveling in my own town, getting away from it all still feels like a treat and makes me strip down to the absolute necessities {toiletries, running shoes, good music, a few clothes}. the extreme weightlessness feels good.

afternoon massage, night run, a long drive home tomorrow then proof. dear god. we are here already. rehearsals begin tuesday. more on that later.

nomad nate, writing from sunriver, oregon.