it has been 7 days since i left home in california. 52 years of planting my roots, friends, family and clients. not to mention all my comfort zones, my small neighborhood market, pinkberry, the beach, my writing class in venice, my hair cutter, my theropist, my walk with my neighbor and our dogs, the fedex guy who waited when i wasn't ready, a phone call from a friend knowing they were 10 minutes away, knowing i could have dinner with my 85 year old dad when i needed to (and he always paid), doctors who knew me or pretended to, getting a hug from a friend at least twice a week, a cosmo on the sour side with my best friends on san veciente for a quickey.
in one week i've been striped of everything that i know. i wake up now every morning to stacks of brown boxes. i need a map to get around even to buy gas. god forbid i make a wrong turn in portland oregon, my new home (it's easy to get lost when you are a foreigner). it is beautiful here, when i dare get out the people are very friendly. i have decided with my husband to try a new life, raising a 12 year old daughter on the west side is tough. so we packed up rented our house for 2 years and here we go. i am a mother, wife, i have my ouwn graphic design business (one man show), i'm trying to get my organic hemp t-shirt line called TATTLE off the ground, i am partners in a company called THKSKINS (decorative skins for phone devices). not sure how all this will work in portland, something pulled me here.
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