Thoughts on Portland

This last weekend my wife and I spent our free time in Portland, with our friends and our family. The entirety of the weekend was in some capacity spent under those grey, rainy skies; with disregard to Monday morning, of course.


My dear uncle and his family had the two of us over for dinner Friday evening, and we all shared pizza and hilarious conversation. We had the opportunity to share with them our future plans, as well. My beautiful cousins are all grown up, and Kelsey has really developed into quite a woman. I am very proud.



Side note: Kelsey's brother, Kory, is the drummer for a metal/hardcore outfit tucked away in the crevices of Beaverton. After dinner, he retired to the upstairs to practice, and I was amazed at what I heard. He seems to be a very talented drummer, from a family full of pianists.
Call Us Forgotten


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The rest of the weekend was spent in joyful abundance with my friends in Portland. My good friends, Kyle and Kailey, showed us the ins-and-outs of the city, and let us stay with them while we were in town. To them we are so thankful.


Kyle, Greg and I shared some pretty entertaining moments together. I have them to thank for the trips around Portland, late into the evening. It was such fun.


Also, Whitney Walters was particularly lovely to talk to this past trip, as she always dictates the world to me in such style, and with such pursuit.


Thanks again, good friends and family, for our time spent in Portland. We love you all, and we are most anxious to be there soon.

A good time with good friends.

Friends

This past week, two of my dear friends made their way over to Coeur d'Alene to spend some quality time with me. Kyle was my best man, and is my best friend. And my friend Greg was one of my groomsmen. Both of them are wonderful men, with robust hearts. It was wonderful, however, brief. Though it always is. When you have a limited amount of time to spend with friends that you are unable to imagine not having, the time you are given, never seems long enough.

This got me thinking about just how many people I have known across the span of my life; and I am only twenty-three years old! I have dear old friends from Seattle, friends from my time in Yakima (some of the best I could hope for), and others still in limbo here, in my home of Coeur d'Alene. But how fleeting these years have been. I say I have had many good friends. I recall years of bliss, of rolling around in the mud, playing prince and princess with many of my lady friends, running wild in the urban jungle I grew up in. I will always remember and be reminded of the great figures who raised me, and nurtured my wild little heart. Those that have passed, I respect with an unknowning. But now, I feel there are many answers to be sought out about my past. I can't help but feel hopelessly lost, disconnected from myself...whomever that is.

All I have are fragments and many contradictions.

Were we so great of friends? Perhaps. It is just not a friendship that lives on to this day. I suppose I must learn to accept this. It is a difficult pill to swallow, when I want so desperately to know and relate with all those I have known, to find out for myself (at this point in my intellectual development) just who these people were.