After hundreds of recommendations, above you’ll find a categorized map (including a list of: must visit cafes, restaurants, bars & activities) – the shops I peaked in and the restaurants I munched at as I galavanted my way through Portland, Oregon. They were all tremendous – I promise, not one will dissapoint. Be sure to click the white box in the map’s upper left corner for details (!) [line][line]
I’ve found that change likes company – with flux finding friends, taking the whole world as we once knew it down with a bang. And though we’re left on the other side with this grand opportunity to bask in the new, as a creature of habit, one seeking the cozy, that nook often referred to as home, it often feels like a mad dash, yet winding path back to homeostasis. At the ripe old age of twenty-six, my family home sold and said family members dispersed, I’m not sure what I expected to happen; that perhaps we’d all shack up (with Andrew in tow) in a new home, nothing different from my childhood aside from the passage of time, as one coherent family unit once more. Or perhaps with five homes in a row, each of us bestowed the liberty of privacy yet smothered in closeness. What happens to a family (my family) and I suppose the concept of home when life is in limbo and everyone is doing their own thing – discovering the world at their own pace, leaving the nest for their own one-man adventure? This past week I took to the Pacific Northwest, specifically venturing through Portland, Seattle, and Vancouver – exploring local markets, hiking trails, restaurants, cafés, and everyday life with the intention of not only documenting the experience, but truly immersing myself in the possibility that perhaps, maybe someday, I could find myself there. When life gives you lemons..
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.” – Henry David Thoreau
I think I’m still overcoming the transition from childhood to adult entity – or perhaps this phase never really ends – an ongoing journey of self discovery, development, of deciphering where I’ll truly find happiness and what happiness, fulfillment means on my terms. Of conquering the delicate balance between making parents, elders, everyone happy and accepting and reveling in selfishness for the greater good of the self. Anyways, I expected everything from Portland, I expected nothing – romanticizing this far off, mystical land of the hippie with every cause, the wildflowers, the kind hearted, clairvoyant, and omni-conscious. Where life could be bigger yet more deliberate, redirecting itself towards the face of nature, simplicity, and purposeful intention. It was hard not to be overcome, to be smitten by Portland’s charming corkiness, dampness, warmth of spirit, abundance of green. I drank too many cups of coffee, walked every inch, gawked at the backyard chicken coops, the raw milk, the honey bees. I felt welcomed in every capacity, I felt wild and centered. What happens to a family (my family) and I suppose the concept of home when life is in limbo and everyone is doing their own thing – discovering the world at their own pace, leaving the nest for their own one-man adventure? biggest love, x