On tap.
At my roommates’ friends’ coffee shop.
And it was better than I remember it being… oh… so so so good. :)
Monthly Archive for July, 2007
I found Strongbow.
Drinking. Looking. Smiling. Walking.
Arguing. Thinking. Analyzing. Talking.
Breathing. Understanding. Forgiving. Hugging.
…
We’re still learning.
(Har har.)
You know, it’s really interesting how my emotions change when I know something I don’t want to do needs to get done. I usually lose a little sleep worrying, then I call my mom (then m, or the BG) for advice (validation), then put the decision into action.
Maybe I’m living up to the “adaptability” that the BG once said he loved me for having. Or maybe I’m just so focused on traveling the world that sacrificing something I love for a little while is worth the trouble. Or, perhaps I would just rather be debt-free than putting my life at risk for another day.
Since I have realized how happy the times with the BG can be, I’ve been more attentive to my personal well-being and mortality. Even as I write this, and know that I’ve been thinking of it for a few weeks now, I remember that he said the same thing to me yesterday without any idea of how I felt; a part of me is doing this so that I don’t run the risk of hurting myself on a motorcycle while we’re apart.
I guess going down on the bike scared me, as much as I don’t want to admit that. The few times I rode after that felt great, and really rewarding. I almost felt like getting past the hurdle of having an accident made me a better rider… more in tune, more relaxed. On the flipside, and before each ride, I have anxiety over it, instead of the excitement I used to feel.
I remember living in Virginia, commuting to work 10 miles one way, and being so excited about hopping on it each morning… I just don’t feel that right now. The joy of riding is no longer outweighing the financial stress that I feel to save as much money as possible by May of 2009.
So the ad is up, and I feel good about it. I’m actually pretty excited to have it be done with, as I’ll be on my way to saving all my money from that point on. Many people can’t say that, so I feel fortunate.
(The added benefit to all this is… I’m contributing much less, now, to this.)
I <3 you motorcycling... but for now I'm taking a break.
Our weekend in Seattle was excellent.
At the last minute, someone from couchsurfing came through for us and we had somewhere to stay in the University District. We both left work early Friday only to miss the bus, get stuck at a drawbridge, then miss our train to Seattle. After $80 and a phone call to Amtrak we were booked on the next one. With the time we had to kill we ate at Vegetarian House which, I think we’ve concluded, will be our last time there. (Good food, but mysterious stomach pains!)
Our host made us feel welcome and the pull out couch was perfect. For my first experience couchsurfing I was really happy. (We probably saved like $200 in hotel costs!) She lived near bus lines and neat places to eat near The University of Washington. One of these places included the Wayward Cafe where we had breakfast Saturday morning. Perfect blend of vegan, healthy food and grunge.
The rest of Saturday was comprised of heading downtown, walking through the Pike Place Market, seeing the Space Needle (but not going inside, of course… too many families in line), getting tipsy on the lawn west of the Space Needle with a six pack bought from a Kwik E Mart (one of 11 dressed up 7-11’s to promote The Simpsons movie), taking a nap in the Kobe Terrace Park, trespassing and theft, eating at Vegetarian Bistro and then listening to some disappointing dnb at a club in Capitol Hill (I don’t understand… their mp3s are pretty good…).
Sunday we took our host to brunch at Flowers (omg, so good) and then we went back downtown to see the Experience Music Project and the Science Fiction Museum.
We probably got back to Portland around 9pm, which left enough time for pizza and beer in NW before getting a bus home.
PS - Kittens are still killing us.
Today, I feel stressed.
It’s about money. And insecurity. I guess…
Should I sell the motorcycle? I mean really, I’m riding trains and buses and renting cars for weekend getaways… Am I riding enough to make it worth it? Should I sell it for something cheaper?
Although it’s hard to let it go, I have to admit that I’m a little scared about getting it f-ed up again. Because then this $4,500 asset I have might not be worth as much. At this point, with all these future plans we’re making, I’d rather buy something for maybe $1,000 that I care less about, be debt free and able to save starting right now. It’s all about being less attached to my possessions…
I rode my bicycle last week again. I could get used to it if I made the effort. And Portland doesn’t really require one to own a vehicle… it’s so damn easy to get around without one.
Ugh.
A piece of me, though, is asking, “Are you sure you’re doing this for the right reasons?”
I gotta think…
I heart Hilary.
