When You Come Back Down

I've been thinking a lot about how I'm going to feel at the airport when I leave Oregon. It's a silly thing to contemplate, really. I'll feel how I feel, and whatever that may be will be okay.

As the plane takes off and I see Portland as a thousand tiny dots and toy cars driving beneath me, I'll think about the life I am temporarily leaving behind and the new things I'm about to explore. For every goodbye I am currently experiencing, there will be so many more hellos.


Today, I rode my bicycle home from work for the last time; it was my last day working as a barista for Allann Brothers Coffee. After a few short hugs, goodbyes, and thank-you-for-everythings, I put on my headphones and began to pedal up Washington St. towards home.

What to listen to?? Nickel Creek? I think yes. Although I don't admit to liking much country, I do love me some blue grass. I'm a sucker for strings. Listening to Nickel Creek on a long bike ride has the ability to make everything in the world seem right.

"When You Come Back Down" began to play, and as I rode home, I started to realize that it was quite suiting for this moment in my life right now.



This upcoming Sunday, my plane will take off from Portland, Oregon. Nearly everything I leave behind, I love. Everything that lies ahead of me will begin when my plane lands in Honduras. =)