Once upon a time….
I was going to write to tell you that once upon a time is bullshit and these things only end in tears, heart break, and cold harsh reality.
Once upon a time…
I was romantic without thought of the dark. It was a cotton candy fantasy where there were only a few bad days sprinkled evenly throughout the years.
Once upon a time…
I live in a fairy tale town. It’s not the fluffy fairy tale people tell their children. It’s not the harsh, cold, unloving reality land either.
Why is it a fairy tale? I live in a city of adventure. I have a dream job at age 24 with more opportunities for my future than I could ever imagine. And I have some of my dearest friends here.
Don’t think me naive.
I’m cold. I’m tired. Sometimes I cry a little from being so overwhelmed. My cooking fails sometimes, and sometimes I miss my train.
But at the end of the day Belle is there to greet me with ALL THE LOVE (and PF Cat is there to demand dinner and then pets).
I used to worry that my hope, my imagination, that part of me that could see the beauty in the world broke along with my heart. Thankfully, I was wrong. Older, wiser, and with more growing to do, I’m damn happy to be here in Portland.
