Oh Portland, you confuse me.
I’m not sure what it is, but when I’m back in town, the city seems so foreign, like I’ve never even lived here. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been 14 years already since we left and the city has changed in so many ways, but it doesn’t pull at my heart strings when we cross the Columbia River on the interstate bridge from Washington to Oregon. The lack of emotional connection is so confusing seeing as how I’m usually so super nostalgic about everything, especially the places where I have lived. I’ll reminisce about certain places that we pass by…a store, a restaurant, or a street corner…and there are a number of places that have stuck around with plenty of opportunities to feel those pangs of nostalgia, but I feel more like a tourist than someone who is visiting their old haunts. I don’t quite understand why.
We had a fantastic 2 days over the weekend. I was happy to show the girls Powell’s Books and the Rose Garden. The roses were still in bloom and we walked around the gardens, sticking our noses close to the flowers, trying to find the best smelling rose. It’s amazing how different they all smell. We walked around the Pearl District, a neighborhood that didn’t exist when we lived there and had lunch in North Portland the first day we pulled in (what’s with all the stationery food trucks?). Dim Sum for Sunday brunch and ramen for dinner, right before we headed back north.
What does capture my heart is seeing our college friend and Portland housemate, Jason. This is the main reason we make the trip down. This is what it’s all about, isn’t it? In the end, the most significant memories are about the people.