Welcome to Portland, baby.
After spending four days in the city of roses, I've begun building a kind-of-ugly-but-endearing mountain bicycle/commuting hybrid at the Bike Farm, led on by a kind (and so patient) afro in red vans. What do you do when you live in a new place? I've been so used to rushing around, trying to see everything at once, that I've spent the last few days trying to eat all the good food I can and scoping out every single vintage store in town.
It's a town full of people who like to do what I do.
I went up to my new college, Oregon College of Art and Craft, and it hit me for maybe the first time that I'm Going to Art School. Looking back at photos of the last few weeks, from the weaving I finished in Vermont over pancakes, to ice cream sandwich cookies at those damn-cute Vermont farms, to eating another type of greasy pancake with my dearest Ava in Seattle, to Rawr kale salad from the local co-op (hello, hipster!), well, no wonder I'm a little scattered.
I'm staying with the lovely Allie and Andrew. Andrew hosts a Secret Restaurant every month, and submits things to Kinfolk. Allie is knitting with me, and I've become obsessed with looking at knitting patterns again. Mostly I drink a little too much good coffee and read The Snow Leopard on the buses. By the way, it's been So Oppressively Hot, and I can't wait for it to start getting rainy already. I want to wear my sweaters.
Mostly, I'm a little lost, but I have all these ideas and plans. I went to a yoga class at In Other Words yesterday, the famous feminist bookstore from Portlandia, and its actually a beautiful space for a class. Maybe I could teach one there. Maybe I could get chickens, too. And keep bees.
I live in PORTLAND now! What!?
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