A saying that many have said to me. But what if you have left your heart somewhere and you are at a different spot?
Like Portland, Oregon. My heart is there. With me living in Seattle in my home with my partner and babies. How can my heart be there?
This weekend I was in Portland, OR to play rugby with some past teammates and close friends. It was a blast to see everyone and catch up on what is everyone doing. We hugged and kissed eachother. Made jokes and giggled. It was just like old times. We split the teams up and had a blast screaming , dropping f-bombs, touching and manly grunting. The stuff I miss. Not only touch other guys but the friendships. The people I bonded with for three years. The people I knew that was the closest to brothers I could have. That taught me how to drink beer, sing rugby songs, hit/tackle hard, and to have fun. It was like a frat but only better. It was a gay frat that kept up on the most important matters. "Did you watch america's next top model? Or "Did you see Project Runway yesterday night? Blah Blah Blah is a bitch on that show!" How I also missed oh "she thinks that is all that but she's gonna get checked!"
The thing I am getting at is that we were a family. A family that stood together and was happy. We brought much joy to each other. Whether they be gay, straight, bi, or lesbian. We played together and were a family together.
I miss Rugby and Portland.......
