Day 11-12

I arrived in Portland in the late afternoon.

There was crazy thick traffic.

The skyscrapers and overpasses were a comforting sight. It's been years. Too many years since I've been here.

I love my friends here. Someone asked me while I was in the fierce glow of my first post Burningman experience if I had met any new friends. Yes, yes, I did.

This was my first Thanksgiving with 90% new people, and I liked it a lot. New stories, new faces, friendly faces and stories about how happy people were to get away from their families. Quick aside, I know I'm very lucky to have a family that I dig, that there's no overt and fantastic drama, that we're all mostly chill.

My host A and I enjoying a post dessert Lemoncello, so tart.

At big loud raucous parties I enjoy the small times where I can be at the quiet center and just watch the madness spin and roll around me.

Portland, United States