West of North
“LIFE KEEPS MOVING.
My adventures that were just a couple months ago, feel as if they were a million years ago.” (…) “places that were under my feet and that I was a part of once so intimately, now seem billions of miles away, and once again out of my reach, as I sit in this cold, wet, rainy, lonely city. Yet, I am in Portland, a place that has its own reputation.
And I am a Northwest girl, and simply by being me, and loving what I love, and doing what I do, I am beautiful and foreign and exotic to someone else in the world who may come here. Or I am interesting and lovely to someone who doesn’t even know my face or my eyes, but just these words on this page.
And I find comfort in knowing that while I feel a bit caged right now, I am loved in so many ways, even I can’t guess or fathom them.
I am loved secretly and openly. I am contemplated and thought about. I am remembered and dreamed of, I am cursed and recalled, I am apologized to and regretted, I am desired and investigated- I am a part of this world now in a way that it is FAR too late to call it off.”
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