The epitome of sentimental

I have this odd inclination to objects triggering distinct memories...or rather, any good memories.

Like today for example, I continued chewing the same piece of gum I popped in my mouth at 1:30 pm. Why? Because I kept thinking to myself, I carried this piece of Stride all the way from Port Townsend. Wouldn't it be cool if I kept it in my mouth until I reached New York? Then I realized how grossly absurd I was being and forced myself to spit it out in Chinatown. This is probably why I can never bring myself to erasing the text messages from my inbox. There is just something addicting about being able to look back at words that once made you smile, giggle, or blush.

Friends ask me all the time, 'will you miss Port Townsend?' I've learned over the past few years that no matter how happy or excited I am about leaving home, I will always miss it. However, as this is the second time I will be moving away, it really doesn't feel like I'm saying goodbye. I've come to realize that home will always be there; steady and constant. I've also realized that I will someday come back to Port Townsend. Who are we kidding? More than 70% of people who leave home say they won't ever come back, but do anyways. I'm just going into this with the realization that I will eventually return home. My only true regret is failing to live in the moment, let my guard down, and do things courageously this past week. On a side note - if things are meant to happen, life will find a way to make it happen...right?

These past few days have been tiring and repetitive. Now as I am sitting at the airport waiting to board my flight, I can finally say to myself, 'I made it, I made it'.

Photo by Brooke Anderson

WIW: Max and Cleo fringe dress and red wedges from Anthropologie