Well, I lost 1.5 pounds. Honestly, I’m not that thrilled because the first time I weighed myself I was wearing a ton of clothes, this time I took off my shoes, you’d be surprised how much Ugg Boots weigh. I’m also upset because typically you lose a bunch of weight the first week; it’s the weeks after that you lose less (1-2 lbs.). Don’t get me wrong, I’m not upset that I didn’t magically lose a bunch of weight, I’m upset because I cheated and THAT’S why I didn’t lost a bunch of weight. So, I need to get focused… Again.
In other news, I’ve gotten a lot of compliments regarding my black hair, I think the only people who don’t like it is my boss and Mr. Coconut (no surprise there). I’m going to add my grandmother to that list as well, only because I know that if she saw it (5 days after it had been dyed) she’d realize it was black and say (after gasping for air), “Sauerkraut! What have you done to your hair?” To which I would reply, “I dyed it.” To which she would reply, “I don’t know about you kids these days.” You gotta love grandma.
I’ve been thinking, it’s time for a change (in other words, I need to move). I’m ready for an adventure. I’m ready to leave the familiar (although I do love having something familiar), move, be broke as shit (actually, I’m already REALLY used to this), meet new people (without abandoning the ones who have been with me forever), experience new things and see where life takes me. My thoughts are this, if I stay where I am… Well, that’s it. I stay where I am. I’m ready to make some irresponsible decisions, have fun and live an unpredictable life, why not? As long as I don’t get a fucking kid out of it, it’s all good.
After a lot of thinking I’ve decided that Portland, Oregon is the best place for me. Here’s why:
1) I love the place. It’s on the West coast, although I’ve never been there, I just don’t think the East coast is for me. It’s green, it rains, it rarely snows, it’s full of life, there’s always something crazy to do, and it’s weird. Enough said.
2) My oldest friend (who’s known me since I was in junior high school) lives there, she’s my “something familiar.”
3) There are always cheap plane tickets home and the drive home is not too bad. Meaning, if I needed to, I could get home to my family pretty fucking quick. This calms my nerves.
4) It’s some place my family and friends (Grandparents, mom and brother) would probably enjoy visiting.
Just typing this post gets me so excited. Seriously… I’m ready to book a fucking U-Haul right now! However, this decision will not be easy and there are several people that will be hurt by it, but I’m at a point in my life where I want to be selfish and do something for me. This decision will be a risk and I’m hoping it will pay off for the better, but I’ll never know unless I do it. I need to take this risk with a leap of faith.
So, this is the plan… Unless I am sent somewhere else before… May? I am going to move to Portland, Oregon.
That is all.
Sauerkraut
P.S. Who’s coming with me? I Heart To Fart? Chickpea?
Yee-haw!! And disclaimer--that is NOT me on the naked bike. I only ride nekkid at night. :0)
ReplyDeleteAnd I think P-town is a great place for jump-starting an adventurous period in your life. My only request is that you bring IHearttoFart along...because the three of us in my favorite town is pretty much my life's dream!
And you're right--Portland is nice b/c it's close enough to family that you can get home, it's rarely freezing cold (this week has actually been the worst of it), it's pretty affordable for West Coast, and it's incredibly artsy fartsy without being all pretentious. I mean, there's waaaay too many hipsters, but I think I'm one of them. Oops. ;)
Yeah! Do it! Do it! :)
Quite a lot of opportunities for me and Almost Husband to visit as well, of course I'd be sad to see you move, but its still within reach!
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