Full Moon Beach Party

Trip Start Oct 28, 2008
Trip End Ongoing

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Friday, January 16, 2009

The full moon on the beach almost looks like daylight, the water a muted shade of its brilliant cyan blue, the green from the trees a silvery gray/black, and the sand a bright golden-white even under the night sky. Stars blotted out by the brightest moon we'll see this year. Us northerners even get a little chilly, reveling in the chance to put on a sweatshirt over our bathing suits while our toes are still in the sand. The little iPod travel case blasts out Moby's Porcelain as we marvel at the scene, then providing us with a little hip-hop for an impromptu midnight dance party. The seven of us are completely alone on the expanse of beach watching the clouds play peek-a-boo with the moon. It even rains a bit as I call my parents, wishing I could share the sight with them...

Emily wanted the rain, wished it would just rain for an entire day like back home. Of course the rain came the next day, off and on like home, but gusty and whooshing. It seems as though at any moment it could become a torrent of water and wind or stop entirely and you could watch the sun come out. That inconsistency is refreshing, it reminds me that life is still going on out there. I had no idea how true the never land feeling of this place could be- a place where time seems to stop and you remain each day as you were the day before. I see it around me and within me as well, even though I've experienced growth, I feel unchanged-static. People of all ages here seem to live a certain moment for the rest of their days, at least until they've had enough. In my mind I'll see them at 16, 25, 40, or 60 forever... long after we've all moved on, like a child who finally recognizes her parents as people they are frozen. One day I'll be surprised to remind myself they're different when I realize they've chosen a new moment to try and recapture.

I seem to recall life moved faster back home, with more things to fill your day, more people to meet, more interstate to travel. Then again, I still saw the same landscape everyday, shopped the same stores, filled my gas tank at the same pumps. Our storage unit came up for payment this month and we have to decide how much longer to pay for it I guess. The way we've been talking, Eugene feels so far away and such an unlikely place for us to return to in the near future. Having become accustomed to living with less so quickly I wonder what will happen to all the things I deemed important enough to keep safe. Things like sweaters, wall decor, books, dishes. I was so excited when we decided to buy a coffee maker recently, as if it was a discussion, like a car or a home. I hugged the box to me like a kid would a beloved toy so comforting and familiar. I want to remember that feeling.
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magic97527 on

Oh, so literary
Where'd you learn how to word-smith like that? Great writing and observations. Your mom & I wish on alternate days that you would come back, and that you would continue to live out your dream, both for selfish & unselfish reasons. We're happy that you are getting to see a different side of life that most Americans only get to see on a Sat/Sat vacation, flight leaving at 3:48pm, make sure to be at least 2 hours early, with only one carry on! We love & miss you, and hope you are enjoying every second.

sunshyn4me on

I agree!
I agree with your Dad! I miss you guys terribly, but am so happy that you are experiencing life! I'm sure there was no pun intended when he said word-smith :0) I've often thought about how important 'things' would become if I were to leave this place I call home. It's funny how little they mean when you are content with your surroundings! I can't wait to see you in March! Hugs and kisses!

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