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Where am I living now? I have a great place out in the UWC.

What? You haven’t heard of the UWC? It’s only the hottest up-in-coming neighborhood in Portland.

I can’t believe you don’t know about it. Don’t look at me like that, I’m not judging, just surprised. I thought you knew Portland better than I did.

Anyway, the UWC is jam-packed with great places:  coffee shops, community gardens, nature parks, public libraries. Most of the high schools put on a fairly good musical each season. I wouldn’t really say everything is within walking distance, but, if you like walking you could do a lot of it.

The best thing about the UWC is that people like to just stay home, you know? No one judges you when you watch Star Trek on Netflix until two in the morning so Mr. Spock can keep you company while you attempt to make a rudimentary stop-motion film. If you want to read you don’t have to do it in some coffee shop where everyone is judging you by your book’s cover. In the UWC you can scratch getting dressed and answering the same asinine statement-question of, “Oh, you’re reading a book by Murakami? I love him,” off your list of things associated with reading.

In the UWC you can stay in bed and eat ice cream while you read. We live like kings.

They recently put in a couple of new traffic lights. It speeds up the commute in the morning and gets you home faster after work. Let’s you spend more quality time doing puzzles in front of your fireplace.

I can’t believe you haven’t heard of the UWC.


We woke up at 5 am to beat the traffic. We then ate our leftover Chipotle for breakfast. We said goodbye to Jamie’s cat. We hit the road with one thing on the brain: OREGON.

We drove and drove and drove. We got to the border, I had no clichéd song to play, only a deep feeling of happiness.

When we got to Eugene we were starving, so what was the first thing we ate in Oregon? Panda Express.

Then we hung out at my homegirl Meaghan’s house, exhausted and out of it but happy to be with a friend who I felt comfortable being exhausted and out of it around.

The comfort of shared silences = the feeling of home.

We had promised Lisa France, RECENT COLLEGE GRAD, a Greek food dinner date (what an awful obligation) and of course had a great, delicious time eating together like family.

We had tossed around the idea of staying the night in Eugene, but there was no way I could stay away. Home was too close. I wanted to be there.

We got in the car to finish the final 115 miles.

It was the fastest drive I have ever had between Eugene and Portland. 2 hours were nothing compared to 11 days.

And when we pulled off the highway exit 64 on Highway 26 lo and behold who do we pull up behind but my parents unmistakable with their vanity plate of “GG 25 .”

For the first time in my life I HONKED at someone. I flashed my lights. I did a little dance. I was home, I was home I WAS HOME.

Now, all that being said I have no idea what Alejandro felt. Was he nervous about seeing my parents again? Did he feel a rush of joy when we pulled into my drive way?

You better ask him because I was too busy trying to laugh and cry at the same time.

What I do know is that he was more than excited to plug-in his desktop computer and start working on his animation again.

So we were both ecstatic and overwhelmed with joy when we finally went to sleep in a place that we’d be staying for a while.

672 miles b-t-dubs.

(Just in case you were beginning to get confused this is a very extended recap of the road trip Alejandro and I went on to get back to Oregon from Savannah, Ga. I made a few posts during the drive, but most of the time I was too busy/exhausted/without internet. We took 12 days to drive across the country starting June 3.)