I'm moving to Portland, Oregon.
I leave end August, early September.
I'm a little bit happy about it and a whole lot petrified right now.
Petrified: immovable, stuck, holding my breath. I feel like I'm at an intersection, all trucks facing each other waiting for someone else to budge. So much information. Where will it go?
I gave notice at work.
I have a week left there.
I have money saved to focus on writing in Portland when I get there, and not get a job right away.
But I'm loathe to spend all my money, and not know where the end is to this leap.
Transition (a la David Bowie).
I do have a public reading scheduled there already, however!
Meanwhile, in SB, I'm scheduling a table reading for my play, "Talking Dogs." Collecting actors.
It's dark blue outside right now with a moon that was full just last night.
There's a cool breeze drifting in the open window. Crickets and night bugs chirp in surround-sound outside. Someone's wind chime sounds nearby.
It's beautiful here.
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ReplyDeleteThat's right! She's ours. Portland wins, one-to-nothin'.
Can't wait for you to be up here, Pema. If you need anything, lemme know.
Oh yeah, and Santa Barbara, if you were a little nicer and maybe a little less arrogant, you could've kept her. Oh, but Santa Barbara, if you're not seeing anyone... call me!