adventures, wanderings, and musings of an expat abroad...
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Upon landing in Portland, I had a sudden feeling of nerves. Why? I couldn't pinpoint it, but it quickly subsided as I walked into PDX, my old home airport. There was something settling about the green and blue criss-cross carpet and the REI gear everyone was wearing. These are my people. This is the place in America I fit the best. I was reminded again and again of this while talking politics with friends or education with Grandpa or family drama with Mom. If I were to pick somewhere in America to live, it would still be the Northwest. My voice can get a twang from being in the South, I can listen to the ideas of an East Coast friend, and I can understand the small town view of my mid-west coworkers. But I still feel the most like those from the Northwest. I think I forget this sometimes as I'm exposed to more Americans from my ventures abroad. But family and friends reminded me that I'm still an American girl no matter how far I go. So thank you to all my family and friends for a wonderful trip to Oregon! Next time, I'll drag Will along.
(Ok, most of these pictures are old, but they'll have to do because I forgot my camera in Budapest.)