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i left my heart in the sea.

20 Aug

I spoke to my father today on the phone, and we’ve made plans for my brother, him, and I to go to the beach in less than a month. Even though we’re only going for three days, I can’t wipe this grin off my face. My heart is overflowing with so much joy right at this very moment.

Early morning runs on the beach. Sitting in the grass by the stream. Grabbing coffee from the tiny cafe just up the street. Window shopping in Cannon town. Feeding the seals in the Seaside Aquarium. Playing arcade games with Anthony. Watching Miss Doubtfire and Forrest Gump at day’s end. Eating at Dooger’s. Candy shopping at Bruce’s. Sitting on the back porch and writing. True bliss.

I left my heart at Cannon Beach long ago, and there shall it forever reside.

I Left My Heart In The Sea

7 Mar

Right now my greatest fantasy, above all else, above Italy and airports and Disneyland, is to go to my family’s lil’ beach house located in Cannon Beach, on my own (well, my cat could come too), for a whole month, and do absolute nothing but write and contemplate myself, life, and the universe. How great would that be? And how great is this fantasy of mine? Well, this morning, simply because I wanted to, I made up a schedule of what every day would consist of if I got to live out this dream. And yes, I’m about to share it with you all.

  • I would wake up every morning at 9am (sometimes earlier, but never later)
  • I would eat breakfast and check up on the internet while watching The Daily Show or The Colbert Report
  • I would go down to the beach for a brisk morning walk (sometimes a run, if I feel up to it)
  • I would then come back to the house and write for anywhere from an hour to three hours, depending on how inspired I’m feeling (sometimes I’d do this at the coffee shop down the road from the house)
  • By this point it’d be about one o’clock or so, and I would then do one of following things:
    • Head into Cannon town and window shop, go to the library, eat lunch, grocery shop, frequent Bruce’s, read, and sometimes write some more
    • Catch a bus and head over to Seaside and window shop, eat lunch, read, go on the tilt-a-whirl, visit the arcade and carrousel, and go to the beach
    • Spend the day reading at the beach across the street from my beach house
    • Wander around the little suburb neighborhoods of Cannon taking pictures of the houses and people
    • Go see a movie or two, depending what’s in theaters at the time
    • Go horseback riding
    • Stay at the house all day reading/watching TV and movies/writing if the mood strikes me/surfing the internet/etc.
  • Then, around four o’clock, wherever I am, be it in town or at home or at the beach, I would try to sit down and write for at least an hour. Most likely longer.
  • For dinner I could go either of two ways:
    • Home
      • I would make myself dinner, which I then would eat while reading/watching TV and then I’d take a walk out on the beach as the sun sets
    • In town
      • I wouldn’t be able to stay in Seaside at night, since the bus stops after a certain time, but I could for Cannon. I’d eat at Doogers, the pizza place, the restaurant with a fire on its sign, Mo’s, the pub next door to my house, or whatever suits my fancy.
  • Evening activities could go one of two ways as well:
    • Home
      • I’d do my exercise routine from my workout booklet, shower, straighten my hair while watching TV/a movie, and then pretty much spend the rest of the night watching TV, surfing the internet, and writing if the mood strikes me
    • Out and about
      • There isn’t too much night life in Cannon, but there are a few nightly activities. I could catch a late showing of a movie, there’s a community theatre I’ve always wanted to go to, some wine tastings, and, more often than not, there are bars. It’s not that I’d go out often, but I’d imagine it’d be nice to get out a couple nights a week. Plus I could always do a late night stroll on the beach.
  • I’d curl up in bed and read until 1pm, then turn off the light and pass out.

That, to me, sounds so perfect right now. I want to do this. Can I please? Can’t I just get away from the Moby Dick essay and Elizabethan poetry and the stress of school and life? Please?

An Exerpt From My Day.

3 Feb

“I wish I were at the beach right now. Not even a sunny beach. I wanna run off to the Oregon coast, where it’s probably raining right this very moment. I wanna curl up in my family’s beach house, on the couch in the living room, and just read. Nothing else.”

“Please, please, PLEASE take me with you.”

“I so would.”

“I can’t read though, so that could be a problem.”

“You could work on blog entries! And then we could watch Muppet movies!”

“It would be magic!”

“It would!”

— A conversation that happened between a friend and myself via Facebook

Eight Places I Would Rather Be Right Now

29 Jan
  1. Curled up in my family’s beach house in Cannon Beach, sitting on the old couch in the living room that we’ve had since god knows when, watching the rain and the wind whip back and forth outside in an elaborate destructive dance, sort of wishing it was nice enough to walk the beach but secretly thankful for an excuse to stay indoors, the newest John Green novel open on my lap, my cat nuzzled up against me with her head resting on my right thigh, wearing my favorite blue sweater and grasping a mug of hot cocoa, and a fire going in the fireplace for the first time since I was a small child.
  2. Running through Disneyland, holding your hand, tugging you towards Splash Mountain or Indian Jones, making you buy ridiculously overpriced Mickey Mouse ears to match my Minnie ones, standing in line for a good twenty minutes to have our picture taken with Donald Duck, having you hold me while I cry at the end of Fantasmic or World of Color, letting me buy you one of those Mickey Mouse ice cream bars, and kissing you under the fireworks.
  3. Climbing the steep hills of Cortona, Tuscany, camera already filled with hundreds upon hundreds of pictures, the Italian language buzzing in my ears, the sun peeking through the slowly dispersing gray clouds, the sun flowers swaying gently in the cool spring breeze, the smell of mozzarella pizza wafting through the air, and the cathedral bells ringing out in the plaza signifying that it is time for lunch.
  4. Hailing down a cab in New York City, standing outside the apartment I have been living in for over a year that is everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more, headed on my way to someplace fresh and exciting where friends are waiting for me, a large purse slung over my shoulder that contains various objects like an in the works screenplay and a nutrigrain bar for just in case of emergencies, sporting tall black highheel boots and a snazzy matching pea coat, and I can see my breath fogging up the air around me.
  5. Riding a horse through a field of tall grass, the wind in my hair, my heart pulsing the the beat of the horse’s hooves as they gallop, the feel of the mare’s sturdy torso betwixt my legs, and that utter loss of every single care in the world I’ve ever had that accompanies me whenever I ride.
  6. Eating out at the Mandarin Cove in Portland with my family, fighting about just how much food we’re allowed to order, complaining to my dad about school, discussing the newest developments in certain TV shows with my brother, gobbling down every piece of general tso’s chicken along with every other food to grace my plate, and leaving only enough room for the fortune cookie which, as always, leaves me with not so much a fortune as a proverb, which my brother is sure to make fun of, as usual.
  7. Out in a cabin in the woods, where I am constantly surrounded by nature and I am able to walk and concentrate and lose myself and meditate on life and everything that comes with it, and it is a place where I can relearn how to breathe and reteach myself how to be myself.
  8. Hogwarts…I feel like I don’t need to go into detail on this one.

Or, y’know, I think I would gladly settle for being curled up in bed with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream watching O Brother Where Art Thou.

Instead, I am stuck at work doing homework that teaches me things I will never need to know in life.