I’ve always believed in the power of place. For me that means believing there’s a place I’m meant to live. Whatever form that belief might take, I believe that where we are and our connection with that place can be a very powerful thing. For me, after all my travels and moving around over the years, I’ve come to recognize that Portland is where I was meant to be. It’s the one place I’ve lived that truly feels like home, a place where I belong and that speaks to me. Since first moving here in 1983, I’ve left and returned four different times. After returning to Portland in 2007 after 10+ years (3,722 days…not that I was counting) in Houston, I think I’ve finally realized that the message was that this is where I’m meant to be.
One of my favorite things about traveling and returning to Portland is that on a clear day, planes on final approach to PDX normally fly a few miles north of Mt. Hood. If you’re sitting on the left side of the plane, you can be treated to a spectacular of the mountain. Sometimes it seems so close you could almost reach out and touch it…and sometimes it’s possible to get some truly spectacular photos.
Yeah, sometimes the sheer physical beauty to be found in the Portland area almost defies description. It’s just one of the things that makes this feel like home.
