Well… I went on a very long walk around Portland the other day… and I did a lot of thinking. Did you know that I have over 300 phone numbers in my phone. I didn’t. I began to flip through each of them on my walk and let the memories of the good old days float me into a nostalgic nature. I couldn’t help but laugh through some of the memories; others brought a lump to the back of my throat. You know that lump that surfaces right before the pain really starts to flow? Yeah that one! Three hundred numbers later I had examined 22 years of life and more relationships than I realized I had, had. Not all of those relationships were positive but not all of those were negative either… it showed me how colorful my life has been over the years, not that I didn’t think that it was already colorful. I mean… you’ll all on my preferred list… you know my history. Never a dull moment right? Well at the end of my walk I came to a rather important conclusion… it was time to delete some of those numbers. I sat there on my couch deleting number by number, knowing that I hadn’t talked to most of those people in years or that I would never talk to them again. It was a little sad at first but once I was down to just over half of the original count. 14 something numbers disappeared into the abyss of time.

I find it intriguing that such a small action can refresh so many memories, that such a small action can alert me of what my life has looked like. The truth is that most of those people wont even know that they were still in my phone, others wont care. And the thing is… that’s okay. Most of those numbers were products of the last four years of my life and a few ranged back to elementary school. Each owner played a piece in my life, and I played a piece in theirs. The truth is that people matter… even the ones you’ve forgotten, even the ones you’ll forget

Transitions are funny things. Sometimes you love them; sometimes you hate them; some are unnecessary; while others are quite necessary. I find myself amidst a plethora of both parochial and constructive transitions. And the truth is that I have no idea where I am going. I’m twenty-two years old for another couple of months and as I stood on the delayed max today all I could think was… where is this road going to take me! I of course wasn’t thinking about the solid and material road that I was on but the one most modern day individuals call life. So today on my way to work I had a gut feeling that it would be different. I knew that it was going to be a challenging day for starters because of the max scare moments earlier so I prayed for strength. I didn’t know why… I just knew that I was going to need it. As I passed by Lydia (that’s what I call this lil’ sailboat I pass everyday) I felt a surge of excitement. She was back from her trip. Then I headed to work. It’s been different there the last few weeks. Very few things can really to get me to crack but after a number of run ins at about 11am today I told one of my co-workers that it was time for me to start looking for a new job. It’s scary let me tell ya… I’m nervous as all get out. But I think that it’s the right thing for me… stupid. I can’t believe those words even left my mouth. But this place has taken from me what little self-worth I once had. It has made me feel insignificant and unintelligent… and I don’t want to feel that way. I had enough! So today a new journey starts and tomorrow a new adventure. Me and Lucy and Zee are about to clime many mountains. So please keep me in your thoughts as these new transitions take place. Especially since there are a lot of things that I need right now but do not have the finances for and I’m about to get a new roommate whom I do not know. Like I said… adventure. What’s next… skydiving, whitewater and cliffhanging?  Well I’m in a rush again.. my lunch is just about over…I’ll tell you all the details later if you’d like to know them…