Operation Lompoc... Or was it Laurelwood?

Alright. Now onto the hard part of the trip.

The last part of the trip is saying goodbye to everyone I have met here, and hoping that I will get visitors, or messages, or calls and FaceTime calls.

This is the part that makes me saddest.

During the time that I have lived in Portland, I have grown, and made my own friends. But, like people all sadly learn at some point in their lives, friends come and go like clouds in the sky. "Change is the only constant"

I would rather pull out my teeth than have any more change at this point!

But I have made some really amazing connections while living in Portland that I intend to keep from the other end of the states. And if that doesn't work out, then I am sure going to a new university will help me too.

Now, on to a small tangent for a second. I don't know if this is how blogs work, but I think I am going to pick Fridays to publish a new blog, that way we can review the week together. Or if there is something happening like traveling, news like the Turkey attacks, or a Timbers game, because to me everything is important. Then I will post on whatever day I feel it is necessary. I think it will take some time, but I will find a consistency.

It is the next day, and I am sitting watching soccer, drinking coffee, water, and eating yogurt with granola and honey peanut butter.

It is nights like last night that make me sad about leaving portland. After the Timbers match, which we sadly lost a horrible 0-1, we went to Mcmenamins and then decided to walk home. We walked through awesome parts of town, and over a bridge which was super fun, because I love seeing the city reflecting up from the water.

But it also made me sad to leave. I am going to miss so much about Portland. It is my hometown. But, my family is still here, which means I will be back as often as possible, and to watch Timbers matches, and blazers games.

What is that cliche saying? "You can take the girl out of her home, but you can't take the home out of the girl"

Until next time...

Operation Rogue

Alright Portlanders, here we go.

I went to New York to celebrate my boyfriend's brothers graduation from West Point.

We had previously moved our moving date from November 2016, to September 2016.

The reason we were moving in the first place is because my boyfriend's father has a company that he would like all of his sons to run eventually, which means they all need to live on the east coast.

So with that mindset, we embarked on our trip to New York. The third day we got there, we all headed back from the city to his dad's home, where the real talk of moving would begin. He had his formal interview on a Tuesday, and then came back to the house and told me that the possible move date had been pushed up to August 1, depending on how I felt. I couldn't really say no at the time, being surrounded by this loving family, with not much left for me career wise in Oregon. So I said "Yes," and we moved on.

The trip became immediately more intense. More planning, my boyfriend became more alive each day. I could see how much his heart was here in his home. Each day he wanted to show me new places and tell me the history and share childhood memories. I hurt at the thought of leaving.

Which all came back around when the next day he said "What do you think about moving here in July?"

I couldn't process it. The thought of leaving my entire life in one month was too much for me.

I went into our borrowed room and cried.

The rest of the trip is a blur, it was planning. I knew it would happen. I knew it would be good for us. But I needed to go home. I needed a clear mind to think things over.

Which leads me to our planning.

As soon as we got back I wanted to tell our awful roommate that we were leaving him and how miserable he was. But I knew we had to wait. I mean we had already found a three bedroom house, a stall for my horse, everything was set.

I was set for school, I needed to transfer my papers, but that was it. This was my chance to bloom like my boyfriend had always told me I would. I could feel this.

The plan became that we would leave the day after my father's birthday, that way I could spend some time with him, drive to Utah, then Nebraska, then Illinois, visit my sister along the way, and end in New York.
Doing it National Lampoon style! Roadside Attraction list acquired!

Now it is all details. Every day is a whirlwind of information and planning even though we can only do so many things at once. I have always hated playing the waiting game.

More to come down the road! Literally. I am planning on writing a three-to-four part blog at our different stops along the way. Be sure to keep up!

Seventeen

Hello, how are you?

I was about to quote Adele, in some dry humorous way, but I decided to not lose what small amount of followers I have!

Although, this blog is not solely for people to follow and for me to be famous someday, anonymously or otherwise through whatever whimsical nonsense I throw out on this page. I would have stopped a long time ago.

this is for me to put out there what I am going through, and for others to know they are not alone, while my feelings are put poetically somewhere other than inside my own brain, stewing until one dayI have a breakdown the size of Manhattan, (or so I am told).

Meanwhile, during the time I have been away, so many things have happened that I could be writing a book to you right now.

Seventeen days.

Seventeen days until I relocate to the east coast.

If anyone is reading these still, I live in Portland, Oregon. I grew up here, and have lived my entire life in this town or around it. Until last year when I met the love of my life whom I am now relocating with.

Syracuse New york, here I come!

More to follow. There is too much information, I have to organize it all!