So I'm perusing through my journal trying to decide what all to share about the last few weeks of travel and adventure, and I got overwhelmed. You, Rosie Overwhelmed? Never. So instead of writing out story upon story (which you are all far to busy to read) I will instead chose the words and phrases that jump off the page, then hopefully you will get the overall feeling of my trip, Here it goes:
Union Station, LA: Shitfty characters. The new Vogue and Diet Coke. /Tracks running 30 ft from the ocean, driftwood and big smooth rocks. The water seems melancholy today. I have disappeared like a ship out at sea. / Redding: Joey's Russian text books strewn through out the 4 banger. Sundial bridge. Joey and Amie in their love. No Direction Home:Amazing and furthering my infatuation with Dylan.Train to Portland: flaskin it on the train, in true hobo form. Alone. Angry music, weird guys smiling and making me uncomfortable. Bastards. Portland: Powells with Suzo./ analyzing the kiss from Fullerton/ Rain and wet leaves and the way they stain the sidewalk. Walking . Realizing. Seeing . Finding a sense of comfort . Knitting. Jealous of Suz's church. Train home: running late, stressed out. Cluster fuck. Into my best friend's arms for a lovely dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory. The end. Sorry, if this makes no sense the trip was wonderful and much needed. Now I'm home, please remember me here.
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