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Vancouver, Washington; first impressions What a strange, awful place. I know if I really sat down and thought about it, what I’m about to say wouldn’t literally be true, but it still feels that way. It seems like I’ve been in Vancouver for a week and not one single day has gone by without some negative thing happening. From motorcycle riders calling me faggot and Spic, and threatening to beat my ass (that was day 1 / one of officially moving in) to a truck full of assholes spending 2 / two miles trying to run me off the highway, to the same motorcycle rider recognizing me in the U-haul and whipping around in the middle of the street so he could follow me (more on that later), to the crazy fuck who went off on me outside the marijuana dispensary, I swear I haven’t had a decent day in this city. It looks like on 1 / one level I might have moved from bad to worse. The one saving grace so far is the house I live in. The fact that it is not on a busy street is a huge plus, and it might just be pure luck that so far it’s only the asshole motorcycle rider who makes any real noise or disturbance. In other words, the house is a safe place, and I’m grateful for that, but once again I am going to feel trapped inside of it instead of being able to do as I please, and go out in public without undue drama. That’s pretty damn depressing, if you want to know the truth, but thankfully my plan was never to stay here for very long anyways. It’s just another moment in time I have to make it through, in order to reach my long-term goal of going off-grid on my own property, somewhere in Oregon. If I have to put up with assholes for another 9 / nine months, I’ll do it, but chances are I’ll just be staying home and working a lot. That’ll be doubly good for my pocketbook, but doubly negative for my soul. At least I’m officially back to a normal work / sleep schedule, which is intensely gratifying. Not being forced to stay up all night so I can avoid the noise of the day is liberating. Were it not for the crazy shit that happens to me when I venture into the city, I’d say my stress levels were way down, but right now it’s just marginally so. Still, it’s enough to be noticeable, and for me to be grateful for the change. Less anxiety and anger are good things. It’s terrible bad luck that I wound up in another city I am not very fond of (understatement) but this is not the end of my story, just another gloomy chapter.  |
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