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I'm reading through homelessweek.com and my eyes caught on one word:
tweaker.
This led me to think about one of the differences between the South and the Pacific Northwest.. the words used. Nobody knows what a "tweaker" is here; if they do have an idea, they think it's either Chris Vrenna or someone who's spastic in general. In the NW, a "tweaker" is a person that's addicted to/uses/is on crystal meth.
Everybody knows what "right on" means, but when I use it here (often), I get funny looks. One person even went so far as to mock me, "yeah, right on duuuuuuude!", offering himself up as a pristine example of the associations people have with phrases from different regions.
And another reaction to a word, "Oh my god, did you just say 'rad'? That is so 80's."
All of that is just observation, really, leading up to the real purpose of this post.
Oh, my god.. Portland, Oregon, I miss you, so very much.
Seeing mountains from your street corner, and seagulls landing nearby to remind you of how close the ocean is. How many seagulls tells you what the weather's like there.
Being able to get lost in the city.
Being able to get lost in the forests inside the city.
Beautiful Southern Oregon, especially Wolf Creek.
$24 Greyhound ticket to Seattle.
I regret not taking more full advantage of my location while I lived there.
Part of me regrets coming home. I don't regret renewing the connection to my family, however much it's been proven I still don't fit in as well as I'd like, or exactly how distant my father and I are. I've told my family I love them, and they know it's true; I can't/won't allow that to be lost again.
Scratch that first sentence.. or, amend it, at least.
Well, actually..
erm. *sigh*
Covington/Memphis is home, inasmuch as I grew up here, figured out who I wanted to be here. But, I don't feel like I fit in.
My experiences in Oregon taught me who I am. It feels more like home to me than here, this house I grew up in.
Since I've been back, I haven't done a whole lot.
Visited IDA, made a couple friends, got in touch with old ones, learned some PHP. Mostly it's just hum-drummery; sleep, wake, eat, poke about, sleep. Gone through the motions of being depressed, mourning, and coming up with a few answers to Big Questions about Life. Lately I've been trying to figure out the next answer, to what's become the question of the year for me: What next?
I guess I've got a general answer.
Time frame? Let's shoot for the end of next summer. This gives me over a year to continue working on my relationship with my family, do some serious work on my self (note: two words), and re-establish myself.
There's a lot of work to be involved.
I can do it.
tweaker.
This led me to think about one of the differences between the South and the Pacific Northwest.. the words used. Nobody knows what a "tweaker" is here; if they do have an idea, they think it's either Chris Vrenna or someone who's spastic in general. In the NW, a "tweaker" is a person that's addicted to/uses/is on crystal meth.
Everybody knows what "right on" means, but when I use it here (often), I get funny looks. One person even went so far as to mock me, "yeah, right on duuuuuuude!", offering himself up as a pristine example of the associations people have with phrases from different regions.
And another reaction to a word, "Oh my god, did you just say 'rad'? That is so 80's."
All of that is just observation, really, leading up to the real purpose of this post.
Oh, my god.. Portland, Oregon, I miss you, so very much.
Seeing mountains from your street corner, and seagulls landing nearby to remind you of how close the ocean is. How many seagulls tells you what the weather's like there.
Being able to get lost in the city.
Being able to get lost in the forests inside the city.
Beautiful Southern Oregon, especially Wolf Creek.
$24 Greyhound ticket to Seattle.
I regret not taking more full advantage of my location while I lived there.
Part of me regrets coming home. I don't regret renewing the connection to my family, however much it's been proven I still don't fit in as well as I'd like, or exactly how distant my father and I are. I've told my family I love them, and they know it's true; I can't/won't allow that to be lost again.
Scratch that first sentence.. or, amend it, at least.
Well, actually..
erm. *sigh*
Covington/Memphis is home, inasmuch as I grew up here, figured out who I wanted to be here. But, I don't feel like I fit in.
My experiences in Oregon taught me who I am. It feels more like home to me than here, this house I grew up in.
Since I've been back, I haven't done a whole lot.
Visited IDA, made a couple friends, got in touch with old ones, learned some PHP. Mostly it's just hum-drummery; sleep, wake, eat, poke about, sleep. Gone through the motions of being depressed, mourning, and coming up with a few answers to Big Questions about Life. Lately I've been trying to figure out the next answer, to what's become the question of the year for me: What next?
I guess I've got a general answer.
- Continue learning PHP and whatever else might be useful.
- Get a job somewheres, and save, save, save.
- Go back to Oregon.
- Utilise the programming I'm learning now in some money-making capacity.
- LIVE. I've got a better idea of how then when I first struck out on my own; now to put it to use.
| The Plan |
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Time frame? Let's shoot for the end of next summer. This gives me over a year to continue working on my relationship with my family, do some serious work on my self (note: two words), and re-establish myself.
There's a lot of work to be involved.
I can do it.
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I'm in Memphis, and I would like to get together with you, if you're interested.
Call me at 853-4225. It's been at least 10 gazillion years since I've seen you. Or at least a couple.
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