Am I living it right?
Wanderlust.
I left the BESC today and drove, initially aiming for Wilson, up burnside but I couldn't turn so I headed into the West Hills, where I searched for the radio towers (the ones to the left of the ones at council crest as you look at them from Nansen Summit, facing north), and finally found them overlooking the city on Skyline Boulevard. I was in a new place, exploring the connections with the unknown at the fringe of my realm of existence, and things felt right. Turning left and right on whims rather than to arrive at a destination, finding the answer to an everpresent pondering, looking out my window and seeing a place I've never been, fitting one more piece into the puzzle that is Portland. As I drove, old and new favorites created the soundtrack, and my peach smoothie encapsulated the sunny morning.
Still, wanderlust. I want to live beyond this. Think beyond this. Exist beyond this.
I left the BESC today and drove, initially aiming for Wilson, up burnside but I couldn't turn so I headed into the West Hills, where I searched for the radio towers (the ones to the left of the ones at council crest as you look at them from Nansen Summit, facing north), and finally found them overlooking the city on Skyline Boulevard. I was in a new place, exploring the connections with the unknown at the fringe of my realm of existence, and things felt right. Turning left and right on whims rather than to arrive at a destination, finding the answer to an everpresent pondering, looking out my window and seeing a place I've never been, fitting one more piece into the puzzle that is Portland. As I drove, old and new favorites created the soundtrack, and my peach smoothie encapsulated the sunny morning.
Still, wanderlust. I want to live beyond this. Think beyond this. Exist beyond this.