Touchdown L'Oceanne

Travuegh, Scraper and Camp Dad and I went to La Push the other day, the other day being a few weeks ago. And while we camped the ocean, so did Kurt, a few hundred thousand miles away. I think it was the closest we got since he left.

ANYHEWDLES It was my first time camping right on the dingdongdang ocean! The Pacific Ocean and I totally got married and now Ill never separate from the great west coast. WEST SIIIDE F'LIFE !!! (unless I had the chance to live in London again, then we'll have to break up SORR!)

But first we visited a farm and ate their berries. They had really pretty pets.

















Scraper of course did his thing with the ladies.





And we left for our friend laocean.



And we got there and we were sooooooooooo eggcited.







Touchdown.



I think I did a pretty good job as Condo Ass President. Right?



My first beach fire!



There were so many wonderful THINGS







And a bomb diggety meal of polenta, fennel, potatoes YOM YOM.



The tide came in so we couldnt go exploring around the islands so we waited til morn and boy were we eggcite.







And my most favorites!!!





And Tarb was so eggcite to show me his new house.



And Camp Dad was eggcite for kites.



And Scraper was just loving life.



And just like that we left. One night only and it was well worth it.

Those boys are still talkin about those Twihard honeys.

Phantom Limb

I am experiencing an absurd feeling of abandonment. I know get over it big baby. I say abandonment because its exactly what it feels like when a close friend moves an impossible distance. And no I haven't fallen face flat onto my bed, sobbing hotly into my blankets, while my mom would stroke my hair, telling me "Youll see them again some day I promise." I haven't ran to their old house and sat on their porch, waited for them to come home. And I totally haven't saved a seat thinking they would be right back...





I never had a friend move away from me. I was the one who always moved. But now I know how it feels. And I dont like it.



The closest friend I had in Seattle moved to Japan. I KNOW HOW DARE HE. But nay, for only the best reason. To marry a girl he's been in love with for so many years. CHEERS/UKRAINE.





And though I am wildly excited for him and for her, HE IS NOT HERE. HE IS NOT HERE TO POINT AND MELT AT THE SIGHT OF TINY DOGS. HE IS NOT HERE TO PUT APPLES ON PIZZA. HE IS NOT HERE TO DANCE IN SILENCE. HE IS NOT HERE TO LAUGH AND SING. HE IS NOT HERE TO LOOK AT ME DISAPPROVINGLY FOR NOT PLAYING DRAGON QUEST FOR AT LEAST 300 HOURS OR TO PROUDLY GO TO A DQIX MEETUP AT A BEST BUY IN THE SUBURBS. HE IS NOT HERE TO FEEL AND TASTE LIFE'S MOST DISTURBINGLY STRANGE THINGS. HE IS NOT HERE WITH ME. HE IS NOT HERE WITH US.





To remind myself that we will never live in the same city again, I cannot stop my tear ducts from twitching. TOO BAD SO SAD. But I will never stop missing my friend. He will live here on this side of the world as my phantom limb. Ill still laugh when no one laughs with me. Ill still point even when no one points with me. Ill do that even when no one wants to do that with me, whatever that is.



He is life's amplifier and here, now, its too quiet. Ill still eggcite over lifes absurdities, but just not as loudly and proudly.



Im even eating chicken again and youre missing it.



And we're missing you as much as you miss this.