|Pic my roomie took of me on a Sunday|
morning drive to Salem
I looked good today to. I mean I had an interview downtown. So I donned my professional black dress, my little black tights, and kitten heels. Tall and skinny and sleek; with my hair pulled back, and my freshly manicured nails painted red for courage. I wish I could always look this brave, and happy.
When I got back to the house after my interviews, there was an interview request in my email. I would be working in Denver for the Boys and Girls Club. My heart sank a little, and it was this moment where I realized that I don't want to leave Oregon. Imagine that. How strange.
Life is good here at sea level. I ran away from Portland once, and now that I have made myself right with it, I don't know if I can leave. Truthfully I have a lot here, and I don't want lose what I have gained back again. That is kind of scary, it makes me feel old, to know that there is a quiet part of me that for the first time in my life doesn't want to leave.
Tomorrow, I would like to hit the gym, lift some weights, and run 5 miles. If I hit my workout goals this week I will have run 60 miles in 2 weeks. Kind of cool. Right?
Below is this song that is on my mp3 player that I love, that reminds me of Portland, and how much this city means to me.