September 29, 2013
I arrive, open to presenting myself as I am today versus who
I was when I left the PNW (Pacific Northwest) two years ago. I aim to discover
who my friends are instead of who they were in October of 2011. I feel
different, a bit more squashed than before, like flat Paula who made a tour to
Minnesota via Canada to Brasil that created an entire new branch to my life and
experiences. Many ask me about my experiences and I project the memory like a
scene played over and over again on the big screen. I can emulate my sensation
of being isolated and vulnerable, alone and more sensitive to the people around
me.
Grand times in Port Townsend, driving past familiar places,
the buffalo en route, coffee shops, new fire station, restaurant haunts that
have gone by the wayside and new territory to explore.
Wine, squash soup, Elevated ice cream and fabulous
conversation with old and new friends over wine and healthy juiced vegetable concoction.
Late night interrupted by an alarm jingling until my friend reminds me it must
be my phone. Finally drift off only to be awakened by a client calling for an
appointment upon my return to the Twin Cities. She is calling early their time,
an ungodly hour on the West Coast. Remind me to silence my ringer for tomorrow
morning.
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