an open space

take pictures, make plans

I like to make plans.

Nothing too concrete, or unchangeable. But something a bit exciting, and feasible enough, with a quick explanation attached as to why and how.

This weekend is girl's weekend at the Wilkens' in Spokane. And while we sat drinking Chai (from the Chocolate Apothecary) down in the basement, we talked about all ending up in Portland next year. We immediately went online to pretend as though it were completely feasible and logical for all us. Alex Heaton found us an 8 bedroom apartment in a 10-story complex in downtown Portland, and Emily perused craigslist for job opps, finding me one as a children's art museum manager. We found a few affordable places to live within walking distance to the Portland Art Institute, and the girls' gasped, "It's a sign!", in which minutes after I found myself creating an account to apply online.

Last night we went to a $1 concert at some small venue called A&M (art, music, and more) filled with high school kids and their families sitting in the audience. Jordy and I talked til' 1 a.m. in the hot tub, going to bed with pruny skin. And I woke up with a sore back, falling all night inbetween the cracks of the mattresses laid out on the basement floor.

"How we spend our days is how we spend our lives. {annie dillard}