All in Around the house

I looked at my shoebox of a room the other day and thought, "Where did all of this stuff come from?" I had sworn that I would only keep some stuff with me here in SF while the majority of my things were in Portland, yet somehow my room was full. Not only was it full, it was full of stuff that I wasn't sure I needed. It was also a reminder that there was ALL THIS STUFF in Portland that I didn't need, considering I had been gone for almost two years and much of my stuff was/is still there.

The clocks went back an hour sometime between when I fell asleep around 11pm last night and when my eyes fluttered open around 5:30am, on a Sunday nonetheless. Still feeling like I wanted to rest more, I tossed and turned for half an hour before I decided to get up and do something. This is that something. (I figure instead of tossing and turning for a few hours, it's better to get up, do something while the world is asleep, and take a mid-morning nap if needed.)

Taking Time for Myself 

I woke up today not knowing what day it was. It's Tuesday. The last scheduled day I worked was Friday. So what happened between then and now? Your guess is as good as mine--time has flown! First off, there have been more volunteers arriving, which means more people to hang out with, which means less time for writing and sleeping, but I'm trying to figure it out. No complaints--there are some really cool and interesting people here who I genuinely have enjoyed getting to know. After a long day of doing various things, grabbing a bite or a drink together is a great way to unwind, decompress, share experiences and get to know each other.