I got my first poem published in a small Portland, Oregon publication. I am very excited. :)
I’m going to say that this has been “done”, but it will be an on-going goal, for sure. I must say, it wasn’t quite as climatic as I’d expected, but maybe sometimes I expect too much.
Still worth doing.
It always seems that love comes around at the most inconvenient times. So it goes again. I came back from a summer of traveling, completely set on moving to Portland, OR and then I met this boy—the second time I ever saw him, he drunkenly fell all over me, told me he loved me, and invited me to spend the night. I did, refused to sleep with him, and expected no call back. But that’s not quite what happened….
Needless to say, it wasn’t the most conventional meeting, but I am hopelessly ridiculously head over heels in love….a love like I’ve never felt before. It has been months that feel like days, and I feel like, at least for a long time yet, we won’t tire of each other and will constantly be learning new things.
So I’d just like to squeal a little and say….
I’m just about to do this!!!! We leave in two weeks, will be crazy poor, and make lots of art and music (he, not I) and poetry (me, not him).
:) So yay.