my car is packed full of all my belongings, mostly clothes.
if i can survive the nearly 20 hour drive to PORTLAND on my own, i'm fucking golden.
new place, new adventures, i like 'new' right now.
the search for a job might bog me down a little, but that's part of living in the real world.
Durango was not very real to me, in the least.
it always leaves me feeling fucking jaded and bitter in the end.