I couldn’t sleep after the conversation with my cab driver. It was 1a.m. by the time I made it back to my hotel room. I knew I only had 11 hours left in this city that I had grown so fond of so quickly. I drifted in and out of sleep and by sunrise I had made my way to the cafe to write out my internal dialogue.
I will share two works that I composed as I sat in front of the large window and watched Portland for the last time, while I sipped my cup of Stumptown brew.
So far my favorite people on my journey have all been older people: Beth, Freddie, Uncle Edgar, and David.
I guess when it comes to meeting random people, I have enjoyed the wisdom of my elders. Maybe because they can see me.
But here is what I realized this morning. Traveling brings out the best of me because it’s a perfect balance of trying and not trying. I just chill out and do my own thing. However, I present the best version of myself physically.
Don’t ask me why I’m really writing all of this down. I think I can do this in Lafayette, I just don’t. I guess it’s because writing feels like home to me. So when I’m not at home, I have nothing left to do but let it out. However, I’ve never been gone long enough to know if I can handle it for an extended period of time.
I’ve always had the notion in the back of my mind that I go back to reality in a few days. But at the same time, it’s easier to get work done when no one calls you from home or from a job. I’m a drifter at the moment. Free as a bird.
Who knows how long it will be before I get this opportunity again. I think that’s why I like Portland so much. It’s a comfortable city. But I don’t really know anyone, so I don’t have any obligations.
But I feel the universe wanting to use me. Or me wanting to use myself.
I don’t want to leave this behind. I don’t want to leave my creativity.
Here no one expects anything from me. No one knows my potential. I can just sit back quietly and read and write and no one thinks anything of it.
It’s not Lafayette’s fault. I talked too much. I let everyone know what I wanted to do. So when I go anywhere, we talk.
And I all I end up doing is talking.
Who knows, I can move somewhere where no one knows my name and I can get caught in the same cycle. All I end up doing is talking and then inspiring other people to cause their own action.
Or, I can finally do everything I have always wanted to do, which is to buckle down and act. ACTivist. LIVEr.
Being away from home gives me the motivation to work faster. Because I want to end up there to start the settled part of my life.
So the sooner I get away, the sooner I put things into action and the sooner I settle.
I needed to see this. I needed to feel this. I needed to understand this.
It’s time. I am prepared.