Today started out the same as the many, many other days I've been in Portland. It was cloudier than usual, at least I think. Beautifully overcast skies and a light sprinkling of rain. The wind blew especially hard when I walked to the store earlier. It was the kind of wind that was all like, "Hey, I'm going to tear that umbrella straight from your feeble little hands and into the path of an oncoming Volkswagen." That didn't happen, but I thought it might.
The only thing not normal about today was the small yet unmistakable spark of creativity and bubbliness I've experienced. Something about the wind and the grayness, the warmth of my bedroom and the various thoughts swimming through my head just made everything feel... Better. Maybe this is what should be normal? It's very familiar, but I haven't been there in a long time. Something tells me I'm returning to my old self, the "happy self," and the very idea of that is thrilling all on its own.
Christmas was wonderful, too. I got to spend time with my family here and I couldn't stop smiling. We ate Chinese food and listened to Tom Waits for the longest time. I don't want to be one of those weirdos that list each and every one of their gifts, but I did receive some very thoughtful ones. I have an octopus coat rack, hair accessories, eggplant salt and pepper shakers, and an iPhone case with Gwynplaine from The Man Who Laughs on the back. We were all happy campers. I couldn't help but miss my family in Tennessee, but I spoke to them and they seemed like happy campers, too.
In other news, I've been experimenting with various film techniques. And by that, I mean mostly stop-motion and artsy filters. I've been putting together a small, weird film about nothing in particular. Well, it might end up being about something, but for now it's kind of up in the air. I'm still planning that photo safari around Portland. I'll try to take more pictures the next time I go to Hawthorne. There's always something interesting to see there.
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