Saturday to Sunday

Written at Floyd’s Coffee Shop, NW Portland

I am having an amazing week (and you thought this post would be about only two days – ha!). My personal taste in blogs include bloggers that write about their daily routines, who find awesomeness in the mundane (a word, which comes from the Latin root mundos, to mean world – worldly bloggers!) and who share their own personal stories with the world. I also accidentally took a bit of a hiatus from Growing Up On OM so this post is intended to help me play catchup. Without further ado, the following is what made my week amazing:

Saturday
Last Saturday, my roommates and I went to a lovely farmer’s market and Grocery Outlet (a winning combo) to stock up on goods for a combination of our housewarming and my 23rd birthday (all one event). The party was a total success and fused together college friends and Portland AmeriCorps friends. By the end of the night, I was thoroughly pleased that I have made a life here for myself, filled with really awesome people (most photos courtesy of roomie A).

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Sunday

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We all went for a great brunch at Cup N Saucer, me and J’s new regular place now that we can’t pop over to Brew Bakers at the drop of a hat. Afterwards, I did some much-needed post-party vegging out at home on the couch. I broke out of my couch potato reign to explore a new part of Portland: Mississippi Avenue. Mississippi is home to adorable coffee shops, coffee specialty stores (where I was finally able to find the right filters for my Japanese pourover – yes, you can hate me after saying that), thrift shops, food carts, street art and the amazing Rebuilding Center where J is volunteering and with an outside of the above photo. I could not believe that I’ve lived in Portland for over three months and still hadn’t been.

Monday

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via unfold website

The day started off with my new yoga class at Unfold Studios on Division St. The class ended up being a private because the studio was waiting to advertise it, but I was struck yet again by how – just like it says on their sign – “unconditionally welcoming” Unfold is. I am honored to be able to teach a weekly class there – it’s every week so if you’re reading this and are in Portland, COME TOMORROW!

Tuesday
So on Tuesday, I actually turned 23. And on this day where I worked extra hours at the school because of a parent’s meeting, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Like, I could – and did – cry at the generosity of everyone in my life on that day. I woke up bummed out that there wasn’t a Taylor Swift song for my new age and hit the pillow at night filled with unbounded gratitude.
My special day began at 7am with gifts from housemate J: a plethora of the things I swore off in my budget (for extremist budgeting, it is helpful to have friends who are excellent listeners): packs of gum, 85 percent dark chocolate, NuGo Dark protein bars, heaps of magazines and Taylor Swift’s album 1989 (wow, I am still in awe of this generosity; J, thank you!).
I then walked over to Starbucks to get my free birthday drink with my gold card.
At the school that day, I thought something was a bit suspicious. No one said happy birthday and I did not expect them to, but there was still an air of people keeping a secret from me (I liked the mystery!). At the parent group meeting that night, all the mamas that make my heart swell surprised me with flowers, cupcakes, a card they got what felt like everyone in the school to sign and more renditions of feliz cumpleaños than I knew existed. I teared up and unfortunately my subconscious chose that moment to have me lose my Spanish out of emotional overwhelm; I still do not know if my thank-you made sense, but I tried.

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My birthday finished off with tacos and pomegranate margaritas with the roommates at Por Que No?, an amazing taqueria on Hawthorne. When I got home, I was about to hit the pillow (I thought this amazing day was over!) when my other housemate A knocked on my door to present me with this, a piece of home that she created having never visited it. I burst into tears for the second time that day. Hanging above my bed, I have a piece of my Laughing Lotus hOMe in PDX. It feels so right it too makes my heart swell.

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Sunday
Fast forward to today and I am sitting at Floyd’s Coffee Shop writing other things until I am pleasantly forced to write my novel at a NaNoWriMo “write-in” that will take place here shortly. I began my day early with a “Kick Your Asana” yoga class with the phenomenal Jessica Garay at People’s Yoga. Jessica is a teacher I discovered just yesterday and my body feels exhilarated with new challenges! I then went to a neck of the woods I so rarely am in: the Northwest. I walked in the rain to the place I first arrived in during my first trip to Portland a few years ago: the river. Next to the river, the Saturday Market was taking place (it occurs on Sundays too) and I looked around an artisan market that lasts all year long just after having a conversation with my sister about how I’ll be missing the Union Square Holiday Market this year. The thing with Portland, though, is that it is a city that doesn’t make me feel like I am “missing out” on urban life the way Middletown did. I don’t feel like I need to go back to New York for dire reasons besides the people I love there. NYC has a holiday market once a year…Portland has one year round. And it includes Ethiopian food trucks. So ha!

So Ham.

~ S

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