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April 1 2019

Finishing packing up making sure I am not missing anything. Have to print out a thing or two, call transportation network, and lastly say goodbye to the dogs and rest of family. Then off to Seattle I go.

#packing again #Seattle medical appointment

March 13 2019

One thing I have learned from life is not to dwell on things that you are slowly losing function or struggling to do. Just like nature, learn how to adapt no matter the circumstances. Learn to adapt or you'll stay at that state you are in and believe me your mental, physical and spiritual health will go down. So since I'm struggling with my sight, light sensitivity at the moment bought myself some sunglasses. At the moment because of steroids both my legs are extremely weak and I cannot do stairs at the moment so luckily my home has a hill in which i am able to walk up it instead of using the stairs. I have trouble getting into my brothers truck or any tall vehicle so today we thought of buying a step stool that is portable and easy to use. Great size but still need assistance with stepping up. Lesson learned here is you are the one who sets your limitation if you don't try everything. I know soon I'll have to go back to physical therapy this year to strengthen my legs but in the meantime I first have to deal with the brain swelling and necrosis before anything else. Well got to pack and wake up early for tomorrows appointment at OHSU for a cerebral MRA.

#steroids weakening my body #adapting #packing again #I only travel to hospitals and hotels

Packing again, memories from Amalfi.. my favorites note books mix with my earring! #aureliebidermann #aurelieBidermannearring http://ift.tt/2fRoRaP

#Packing again #memories from Amalfi.. my favorites note books mix with my earring! aureliebidermann

Going on another trip, the last one took 12 hours to get there, this one is supposed to be at least 3 days, haha~＼(￣▽￣;)／ I'm leaving tomorrow and I'm so grateful for my Momma, we had to put our used clothes together to save space and while I was sleeping she was nice enough to wash my clothes with hers~٩(๛ ˘ ³˘)۶♥ I've still got some packing and washing to do, but she's definitely made it easier for me~ I really don't know what I'd do without her~💖

#personal #packing again #by the end of this I'll be all tripped out #haha

Also I might be crying because I'll have an actual home to go to for the first time in five years and it's going to be incredible. For anyone that's dealt with their family disbanding after you leave, having the stability of a place that is yours and feels like yours is rare.

#personal #packing again #hopefully the last time for a while

Sleep Rant

Everyone’s busy grasping at straws and by the time I realized we were all grabbing for something, there was nothing left to grab.

We have perceptions of a life well lived or of greener pastures. We imagine how life could be, how great and happy we could have been. But we acclimate ourselves so very quickly. We are creatures of adaptation; happiness and greatness are just things to acclimate to. Without a constantly rising set of stimuli, we will always feel let down.

I keep saying that I’ve accepted my tendency to not belong. But I don’t think I have. I’m prone to sudden heart dropping realizations because I convince myself that I belong again and, yet, after some time has passed, so has my “belonging”.

When I was young. I dreamed constantly of portals to take me away. Of places where diversity was a unification and differences made us the same. I dreamed of belonging and being alone. I dreamed of comfort and solitude. I’ve since learned that one cannot survive relying on yourself alone, if you want to be a functioning member of society. We have evolved as a species because there is profound strength in our numbers. In an ever growing and changing environment, it’s become more and more difficult to find our tribes. Our homes. We are seldom born into a world we fit in.

It hurts.. to be so alone. It hurts to know that we are all alone, together, and there is nothing to break the walls between us. Cracks form all around us, and one day a portal will open to a different “alone” but it will be generally painful until then. I am alone and sometimes it hurts… But I believe in my loneliness, though I know not where it leads.

I am my home.

I’ve built walls and floors, levels and doors. Windows and ceilings, rooms and beings. I’ve built all around me but im still pretty empty inside.

#cant sleep #please #get out of my head #home #packing again