//location:
Moore Coffee Shop
Seattle, Wash.
//time: 4:15 pm
Everything right now feels very familiar: coffee shop, different city, journaling, phone died and kind stranger is charging it for me.
Just this time, I'm suited up in lycra and less than 48 hours from my first mile of a thousand+.
Today was originally supposed to be my first day on the road. I think I'd be approaching my first camp site around now. Unfortunately -- no wait -- fortunately, I had to delay my trip two days, so I'll be off August 2nd, 8am. Should be about 7 hours to my first night of three till I reach the coast. Originally, I was going to shoot down through Seattle, Tacoma + Olympia en route to Portland but then I was like, yo, nah lemme get at that coast. So last week I just switched things around so that I'm outbound westward instead of southward.
Ugh I just put my en down and sat back in this plushy booth thing I'm lounging on and realized how much I'll be writing about for this tour preparation stuff. Holy crap. It feels like I've been in Seattle for two weeks at least; so much has happened. In effort to keep as much in real-time as possible, I might skip over some details now and tomorrow and then revisit that stuff later down the road. Like, when I'm hanging out with myself in my lil baby tent and have nothing better to do but write about all these Seattle shenanigans. Now, though, I'm hustling around getting all my shit together and i feel a little impatient and anxious spending time writing when I know I have 89 other things to be doing before departure.
Man I wish I could just rub my face all over this paper + my thoughts would just osmosize (word? is now.) onto the page.
Oh that reminds me: I need to get oil blotting tissues for my face. Ok oil blot tissues + sunscreen. See? This is exactly what these pre-0 days have been like. Mid-conversation, mid-shower, mid-slurp, I'll just be like Oh yeah I need ___ and make a mental, digital and physical note of it.
//location:
Matt's house
Seattle, Wash.
//time: 11:00 pm
I'm laying in bed now just mass-downloading music via Spotify. I subscribed to a premium account for the month so I'll have unlimited access to music and stuff. Figured that was the best idea. I've found some good stuff. Also downloading a bunch of meditation mantras/audio segments for whatever reason. I feel like biking + pacific northwest + minimal lifestyle will inevitably lead me to mediation in some capacity. I'm going about music downloading as I have been going about all my final round shopping this week: survival mode. What if I suddenly get a craving to listen to gospel? Better download some of that. Ok. Oh definitely going to want to throw back to some Noah and the Whale. *click* OH. Comdey yes yes. Defintiely. Okay. Louis CK...all. Demetri Martin..haven't listened to him in a while. Ok, he can come, too. And same thing when I'm walking around Bartell's (Seattle's CVS/Walgreens): What if I'm stuck somewhere and sweating like crazy and I'll wish I had this tiny little handheld fan. Yes. No, that's dumb you don't need a miniature fan, Lily, come on. WHAT IF I NEED THIS FAMILY SIZE BAG OF TWIZZLER PULL N PEELS.
Ok, this is getting absurd. I'm going to sleep. Will write more tomorrow including entire packing list, etc.