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The Problem with Portland…

2 Jul

Portland is my hometown and I love it with all my heart. It’s got a great atmosphere, it’s beautiful, it’s fabulous, it’s everything you should want when looking for a city to live in. I know my neck of the woods (West/East Moreland and Sellwood) like the back of my hand, downtown Portland is one of my favorite places to be on this earth (POWELLS!), and nothing beats a visit to Voodoo Donuts. But, you see…

The problem with Portland is –

Wow. I can already feel people throwing their Purina water purifiers, recycling bins and Ikea furniture at me (probably just by reading the title of this entry), SO JUST HOLD YOUR HORSES AND LET ME FINISH.

The problem with Portland is that it makes me lazy.

Coming home to Portland is like going on a vacation – half the time I’m crazy busy out and about doing fun awesome stuff with friends and family, and the other half is my lounging about doing absolutely nothing and feeling like a lazy piece of shit. Basically, nothing productive get done while I’m in Portland. In Ashland, when I’m not out with friends, I’m at home writing, cleaning, checking things off my to do list, etc. When I’m at home in Portland? Fat chance. I’m watching TV, browsing tumblr, eating lots of food, and, yeah, that’s about it.

I can’t say this trip to Portland has been totally uneventful. I went out to breakfast with my godparents/my brother’s godmother, I went camping for two days, I had a Disney marathon/sleepover that involved me drinking way too much vodka, I went to the Portland Zoo, I visited Powells, I’ve seen three movies (Brave, Seeking a Friend, and Moonrise Kingdom), I made a ton of cupcakes, I replaced my broken iPhone, I played video games with a friend, I saw a live puppet show, I’ve gone out to eat several times… so yeah! It’s been a really busy week and a half.

Evidence that I have actually gone outside since I’ve been in Portland. The short hair is sheer proof of it!

That being said, I’m currently sprawled across my couch, bag of Cheetos at my side, watching The Colbert Report episodes I’ve missed, and positively not giving a fuck.

A part of me inside is crying, “Take care of your bills! Work on that screenplay! Go out for a run! Wrap your brother’s birthday gifts! Update your Muppet tumblr! Read The Book Thief! For the love of Christ, do SOMETHING.”

Then, on the other hand, there’s the other voice that’s currently cooing, “But Stephen Colbert is so funny and this couch is so comfortable…”

I can’t decide why Portland turns me into this. It’s either because Portland instantly reverts me back to my sixteen year old self, whereI was the laziest teenager to ever live, or it just feels so much like a vacation. I think it’s a combination of both. It feels like a vacation because, while this is the home I grew up in, I’m rarely here, and so traveling up to Portland in and of itself feels like a vacation. Ashland’s become home for me, so I don’t feel bad shirking obligations when I travel north.

Plus we can’t overlook the simple fact: I’m a lazy fuck.

A Julia in her natural habitat: drinking wine from a beer mug, lazing on a couch, and doing jackshit all day long.

Today I had a conversation about how I’ve matured and I’m on top of bills, chores, grocery shopping, and, yeah, I’m a functioning adult. THAT BEING SAID, if it were up to me I’d probably spend the better part of most my days doing absolutely nothing if I could, which goes against the whole “grab life by the horns!” mantra I’ve been clinging to for the past several months, but, y’know, some days it doesn’t hurt to just laze about and not care. Not every day, but some days.

And seeing how much I’ve been doing since I got back to Portland, I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing that I’m choosing to ignore my ever-growing To Do list and watching some TV. Granted, most of my trips to Portland consist of me staying indoors a lot more and doing this, but this time I’ve been pretty busy, so I think I deserve a little slack.

It’ll be weird coming back to Portland next year after I graduate, because it’s going to mean readjustment; explaining to my brain that Portland will be, for the time being, my permanent home once more and I can no longer do this. Once I move up here I can no longer fall into these lazy routine patterns of getting nothing done. That’s twelve months away from now, which seems so far off, and at the same time seems so soon.

For now I’m gonna keep eating this bag of Cheetos and watching Colbert go on about his love for America. But maybe I’ll go on a run later? Or maybe I’ll drag my dad to see a movie when he gets home.

Probably the latter.

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.

Peachy.