All of my ramblings on one site ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- These Stand for Me I spent my weekend in Seattle. I flew into San Francisco on Friday (the 23rd), and was to connect to a flight to Seattle 2.5 hours later. I went outside to vape and wow.. The air smelled like the beach, but in a really nice, refreshing way. The air was cool (in the 60's) compared to Rhode Island's humid 80 degree weather. I can't wait to be able to explore there one day. Shortly after I landed, I started to panic. When I first booked this trip, I was flexing the muscle of a badass, independant woman who wasn't afraid to go to the west coast for the first time, all alone. As is it started to feel more real the closer I got to actually leaving, the more I would guilt and doubt myself. Why am I doing this? Was it impulsive, am I running away from something? Ultimately, no. I genuinely wanted to go to Seattle to attend Layne Staley's annual tribute. I knew that no one would be able to afford or want to go with me, and I was genuinely fine with going by myself. No compromises, no making sure the other person is having a good time by sacrificing my own good time. I would be free to roam, eat, sit, explore, and relax to my hearts content. And that's what I did! Anyhow, I had a melt down and called Devin. I felt so sad and guilty that I wouldn't be sharing this experience with him. I really felt that, and I think it was a totally normal response to my circumstances, being completely alone on the other side of the country, and wishing I had someone to share my adventure with. I still wish he was there with me, but in going it alone, I also learned a lot about myself in my two and a half days I spent there. One would be that my legs are fucking rad and carried me for over twenty miles of hiking through unknown, urban terrain. I had my step counter on for all of Saturday and Sunday, where I walked 17,000+ miles the first day and 21,000+ the second, for a total of approximately 21 miles. Another thing I learned is that, not to toot my own horn, but other people recieved me pleasantly, and I was able to have really refreshing conversations with total strangers. That is absolutely wild for me because I feel like no one really cares about what I say or do, and I normally feel pretty dismissed. However, I had a few conversations on my trip that make me feel otherwise. I will keep these interactions close to my heart forever, and I never got even one of their names. On Sunday, I took an Uber to Kurt Cobains house. It was quietly peeking behind tall, manicured bushes, overlooking the sparkling Puget Sound. I sat on the memorial bench, I sat under the very tall pine, that created a room around the massive trunk with its heavy, sloping branches. I sat in those places, I read the messages on the bench, I meditated on what little any of us know of him. I took it all in. It was like my teenage self, all the anger and rage, was reassured and finally able to rest. I reached it. I fucking made it to Kurt Cobain's house. I took a very small pinecone and two little rocks to have as a tangible link to the memory. I also saw Bruce Lee's grave, which was pretty rad. It's kind of sad that his grave is a tourist attraction, but I saw nothing but love and respect from the other people who were visiting it. I woke up in Texas this morning. It was hot and sticky, much like the weather in Florida. It reminded me of walking to the bus stop in the morning when I was in middle and highschool. The memory matched with the unsavory climate made my stomach turn and I sat in the empty airport for the rest of my layover. Overall, my experience was largely positive, but at times very emotional. I proved to myself that I AM a brave, badass, independant woman, even if I missed my husband the whole time. I will hold this adventure dear to me forever. However, I'm really happy to be home. Except for the whole, you know, going back to fuck ass work thing. 9:41 p.m. - 2019-08-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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