Heading Out...

After my week in Portland, today I travel to the coast, stopping in for one last clast at StudioNia before I hit the road. I wound up resting all day yesterday, I think less for the sake of my physical needs than because I needed to be in a place that felt safe and stable to digest last week's experience before embarking on another adventure. Yesterday afternoon, I had one brief moment of "what the hell am I doing," and I am actually a little glad -- it's the only one I've had since I began making this road trip happen. I was beginning to worry I'd blotted out the fear to the point that it lay rotting below the surface, waiting to chew its way through in an ugly way.

I can hardly remember a time when I didn't want to drive around the country. When I first moved back to C'ville after college, I remember I made it a point to leave the state at least once a month; not doing so felt weird. I feel like I've only just become acclimated to having lived in one house for longer than I ever lived in any other, and that's been only 4.5 years! Uprooting for a month is now what feels strange.

Off to wander through the streets of Portland one last time. I'll post photos if I manage to take any without feeling like a weird tourist (which I suppose I am for the moment, so I'd better practice). Lots of great found art here.