I have been at a loss for what to write since I moved to Oregon for graduate school. It's not for lack of stories. But I've just felt lost. Scattered. Pieces of me everywhere. And I'm not entirely sure what my story is anymore.
This has resulted in what could be considered a minor existential crisis, but I'm getting myself re-organized, re-normalized, and re-calibrated to life in the lower-48 and as a student again. I'm surrounded by stimulus: people everywhere, new ideas, new demands, new sounds, new responsibilities, new routines, new culture.
I miss my cabin in the woods, and being able to walk into the forest and be totally alone, out of sight and out of mind. Here, I feel like anywhere I go, I'm within sight of someone somewhere, whether or not they're actually looking at me or paying attention. Some say being in the city feels anonymous, but I feel so exposed here.