Stinky

“I’ll drive, you sleep.”

is my most heard/said sentence in the last week. We have been through two driving test appointments in Mt. Shasta, one successfully acquired license, a 4th of july 15 miles bike ride in Portland Oregon, a fucking epic Odesza concert at the Gorge (see: the edge) and so much more together. Bottom line, -I’m going to choose to fucking love my friends. This time, they drove while I slept and from now on, I will drive when they need to sleep. (See: shitshow breakdown on drive back from Odesza, driving skill 100)

Because as I’ve realized, it is a choice. A scary one at that, but one worth making. Because, why on the earth, would you choose to not to have this in your life. Because to me, I realized, loving these three people so fiercely, is my greatest accomplishment of the summer.

To me, this whole trip was overshadowed by seeing my family for the first time since I left home. I spent the first few days poking, tossing and turning the idea of seeing them in all possible ways in my head. (See: the edge) And in this whole time, I was operating on autopilot. I didn’t even realize it until recently, but I did take a step back and let them take me there. In other words, I slept while they drove and got me there.

Maybe they didn’t think about this as much or it’s not as deep(see: #deepthoughtswiththedeep). But as I sat there at the Gorge Amphitheater at sunset with wide eyes holding the sun and a fucking warm hug, I decided to cave into this philosophy. I choose to call these people mine and I will go out of my way, to make their lives better. 

I write this to remember, the next time apathy starts vulturing around or even worse, life becomes mid, that I have something to fight it off with. Unbreakable and strong. That I will give as much needed as possible, to hang on to this thread that feels sincere and unpretentious. (see: San Juan motel). Let the name stinky be one of the main things I gave this trip, with Will’s car as the honored recipient. Because it is fucking stinky!