Somehow I've already been here an entire week, so it's about time I updated y'all on my doings and surroundings. Sadly (for some of you), they do not include many hipster sightings. I just haven't spent much time in those parts of town yet. I mean, I did go into that one thrift store which was chock-a-block with flowery grandma dresses and ironically patterned sweaters. So I know where they shop. I just haven't seen them in action yet.
Back to last Friday- Evan greeted me with the best thing ever. A penis donut (technically the Cock-N-Balls donut). With my name on it. FEAST YOUR EYES!
Then we went home (2nd floor)
Where Clyde was waiting
He's cute when he's not jumping up onto the bed from the floor or down onto it from the windowsill in the middle of the night. Or when he's not climbing onto me when I'm on the computer and sticking his ass in my face.
Anyway, I'll be honest: I haven't done much. I'm just getting used to the reality of having every day free, being friendless, making myself go out when it's grey and rainy because it's always grey and rainy and you can't wait for it to be "nice out" like you would back home because that's not happening. So I've been walking a lot. Portland looks like spring and fall mixed together. A lot of the trees are bare but there's still so much green.
I like that you can see mountains in the distance. It feels cozy.
Speaking of cozy, everyone should come to Portland to go to Powell's City of Books. See, what you gotta do is walk from Evan's apartment to downtown in the pouring rain, even though you could have taken a bus. Then you scurry into Powell's, thoroughly drenched, and let the books enfold you in their warm embrace. Seriously, I wish I could show you this place. It's huge (listen to wiki:
Powell's headquarters, dubbed Powell's City of Books, claims to be the largest independent new and used bookstore in the world.[4] Powell's City of Books is located in the Pearl District on the edge of downtown, and occupies a full city block, between NW 10th and 11th Avenues and between W. Burnside and NW Couch Streets. It contains over 68,000 square feet (6,300 m2), about 1.6 acres (6,500 m2) of retail floor space.) Room after room like this, not all in a line but off to the left and right, up some stairs or down some stairs, like a layer cake labyrinth.
Well, it's dinnertime for me. Hopefully this weekend will bring exciting things for me to write about. Next week I should head back downtown where the magic happens. I should also try to find some places to volunteer (though I've discovered the joys of Netflix, which won't be great for getting me off the couch).
Miss you all!
P.S. One more drool moment:
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