Leave it in the Hands of Love

I went back home, to the East Coast, where I am from. Was trying to see if I should move back there, was open to some kind of sign. I spent 3 days in upstate NY, and 3 days in NYC, here, painting room 817 in a pretty rad art jam. I fell off a ladder and really hurt myself. And was reminded of how small, and expensive, and in some ways the same as Portland New York is. Then I went to CT for a week. And a tornado came into my back yard and felled a 10 ton tree that fell on my childhood home while my mother and I were inside.We were on the news but couldn't see the news because we didn't have power.My childhood best friend had a beautiful baby.Seeing my awesome family was the best.We are so lucky everyone is happy and healthy.Lots of things happened to me while I was there this time that are changing me into a different person. I'm coming back to Portland jobless, physically banged up, almost 29, and definitely more than a little confused, but very hopeful. Portland is my home for now, for better or worse, and my heart will reside on both coasts sometimes.