I am back in Portland. And in a daze. I don’t really know where to begin in talking about my travels, as it was so much more a journey of the heart than anything else. Had I combined this trip with a stop in Indiana my heart my just might have burst.<\/p>\n
One funny thing that occurred that I didn’t expect was that I missed Portland. I missed riding my bike and drinking good coffee and walking around my neighborhood and making contact with co-workers and neighbors. I missed the every day familiarity and comfort that grounds me and keeps me connected to the world when I’m so lost in my head. I even missed the idea that just around the corner is the most mind blowing hike or day trip or backpacking weekend, which is quite funny to me because for the better part of this last year I’ve been railing on the how I can’t deal with the relentlessness of the stunning landscape of the Northwest. In fact, I had to laugh at myself on the bus ride\u00a0up from NYC to Northampton\u00a0when I looked\u00a0out the window and\u00a0found myself longing to see something tall and then felt so grateful\u00a0as we left Connecticut and the low mountain ranges of western Mass finally came into view. Like it or not, Oregon has imprinted itself on my brain.<\/p>\n
I missed all those things because I’ve been thinking of leaving them. I don’t have a plan, just in case anyone is wondering.\u00a0 I have vague ideas and dreamy notions and all this last year I’ve been opening up to the thought of moving away from Portland, a thought which scares me. For lots of reasons.\u00a0 Like it scares me because I crave familiarity and routine and I’ve found that here. Along with some things that make part of every day work for me. And some people I love.\u00a0 But one thing that is clear to me is I really can’t hold on to the life I have if I want to have the life that’s waiting for me. That all probably sounds much more dramatic and fateful than I intend, because I really\u00a0don’t know what’s waiting. But I do get that to really open a door to one thing, to open it and go all the way in,\u00a0that means\u00a0I have\u00a0close the door on other things.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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