Today lacked the pure exploration of the previous two days; we woke and spent the preceding three hours in the same local coffee shop as the previous morning. I’ve learned which coffee to order (12oz iced coffee with room) and am looking forward to trying out their infamous grilled cheese (with avocado and sliced turkey) (6$) in the coming days. After productively applying to jobs in the morning, we ventured downtown for another lunch of food trucks and carrots. Today we tried chicken and vegetable stir fry with brown rice (7$) and ate our meal inside a starbucks overlooking the city.
The following events: h had the buyers remorse that comes from not making a purchase, so we return to Patagonia so he can buy a 13 year old water resistant coat in amazing condition (65$), we check out a camping store my cousins told me about: Poler, find out Abercrombie & Fitch is hiring (after each purchasing a pair of 18$ mens swim-trunks for the gyms’ pool), and purchase matching goggles at REI before arriving at the gym for a two-hour session of arms, chest, and a fun-swim.
Close to dinner-time, j gives h and I a ride to the airport so h can pick up the sketch book he left on the plane, and we return home in need of fuel. We sauté the remaining tomatoes with basil, ginger, olive oil, salt, and pepper, and after boiling whole-grain pasta, we mix the noodles with the home-made tomato sauce and parmesan cheese for a delicious italian Friday-night meal. From the dining table, h sees s’s twin sister, who lives next door, wave us over to come play with her eight-month baby.
It was nice to meet a cute, femme-homonormative couple with a newborn living in well-decorated home. And it’s easy to see why young couples would choose to move to Portland: the neighborhoods safe, friendly, and in walking distance to the necessities.
It’s becoming increasingly clear to me that my wish to come to portland for the summer is not unfounded.
My goal in the coming days to spend more time exploring portland on my own: h and i haven’t had our usual and much needed alone time, and it’s important that I learn to overcomes some of my hesitations about going on the bus and into downtown on my own. I would also like to begin writing poetry again. After a discouraging poetry course this past fall at our brother-college, Amherst, I lost my inclination to write obsessively and daringly. Tomorrow after applying for more jobs, checking my emails, and tracking my expenses, h and I might go to Powell’s to be encompassed by books, the waft of expresso, and cute hipsters with thick-rimmed glasses and tattered-loafers.
Here I am: living my dream, smiling, and writing to remember.