I have been feeling full throttle, The days are good. Knowlege and excitement is being poured into my head and heart. School is an inspiring blend of upheaval, self- doubt, insane achievemnet, personal growth, new vocabulary (I never thought I would use the word “bomber" to actually describe a cam placement on a rock wall), and most of all, Love. I’m in love with the coming spring, the present powder, new musical medicine, a loyal and patient black lab, and a pair of soft brown eyes, perfect smiling lips, heavy heart, and magnetic energy belonging to a certain fellow....
There is so much uncertainty to the days. I live in an apartment that I rarely organize (or see). I drink coffee that my over-active brain does not require. My 21 year old Jeep needs the attention and carresses of an elderly woman, and I can’t seem to make time to ease her aching joints. I miss my family. My sister wonders when I will make it home to Minnesota to see my beautiful, perfect and only-young-this-very-moment baby nephew, Duncan Thomas.
But there is hope. There is sunshine in Oregon. There’s music, kisses, snowboarding-through-tree-days, camping trips to plan, letters to write, skype dates, dog runs through new trails, and the possibility that it will work out... maybe even be wonderful