PDX.

I’ve left little bits of my heart all over the world. I say “heart bits” because I feel that there have been many events, places, and people to which I have connected deeply.

The Pacific Northwest, specifically Oregon, is one of these heart-places. I’m not sure how to describe the feelings of familiarity, or the somewhat restless energy that comes from a place in which, relatively speaking, I’ve spent very little time.

I was fortunate to travel to Portland for a conference a few weeks ago. It was a cool experience to hear presentations from academics whose books and articles I cite frequently. I also reconnected with some of my old colleagues and professors.

The last day of the conference, some of my colleagues and I drove to Canon Beach, known for its tide pools and the monolith Haystack Rock. Next to it are The Needles . . . ha ha, get it? :)

      

I decided to stay another day in the Hawthorne Hostel. It’s located in one of my favorite neighborhoods in Portland, sports a green roof (literally), and is one of the most sustainable hostels I’ve ever had the pleasure of staying at. They hold educational workshops there as well! So. Flippin’. Awesome. Here’s the street view:

My friend from “the Euge” came up to spend the day — I was so happy to re-connect with her, spend an hour or so in Powell’s, and walk about town taking in the many sights, smells, and libations that Portland has to offer. We even got to see Junot Diaz present at the Bagdad Theater and read excerpts from his new book This is How You Lose Her. All in all it was a pretty great day.

Several days later, as I was looking through the pictures I took during the trip, there was one that immediately struck me. It offers a glimpse of the amazing natural beauty that is the Oregon coast. For me, it relates an intimacy/warmth, as well as a bit of sadness. I wasn’t able to sit and meditate, like the picture seems to promise.

I know that I will always have a special place in my heart for Oregon. In the years to come I will continue to make the trip back to the Pacific NW, if only to feel that special rush from reuniting with a friend after several years and several thousand miles apart.

Con amor,

K

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