I do believe this is the first year of my ENTIRE life where I have not watched the Iron Bowl. i’m not sure what that says about me. Maybe it says more about the football obsessive family I was raised in. But nevertheless, it’s hard to say I’m really missing it. It’s an incredibly beautiful day in Portland. Bright and sunny; a cool, crisp perfect Fall day. Sitting in Powell’s (the biggest independent bookstore in the U.S.) coffeshop sipping a Stumptown Coffee latte made with Rice milk while Calla Maria is studying her midwifery stuff and there’s a fiddle player playing right outside the store where the delightful scent of coffe and books is combined to please your nose while unique art is displayed to please the eye. Sometimes it’s silly how I can still be in so much amazement and wonder of this new city i’ve lived in for 3 months now. It’s like I have a crush.
So many little things make me smile. You know, like when you first start getting to know someone you’re interested in and it’s crazy how many things about them you just really like. The faces they make, the jokes they tell, their mannerisms, their passions. You fall in love with the tiniest things that are constantly new to you as you’re getting to know them. As weird as it sounds I feel that way about Portland. Like it was made just to make me smile more. Like it knew what I wanted without me even asking. The little things. The green tea chai’s I always desired but could never find in Auburn. The authentic Mexican food that ISN’T smothered in grease and cheese. The pumpkin spice latte I never thought could be better than Starbucks. The roommates with great taste in music, the friends who make fun of my green been casserole calling the crunchies on top “corn flakes”, the only place you will ever see hipsters with babies or straight men carrying purses. the city where Trader Joe’s is more convenient than Wal-Mart.
yes, i’m beginning to fall in love with this place.
but i’m still watching the Auburn game on espn GameCast. Go Tigers!
