That’s a hella romantic Puerto Rican in Portland book proposal writing scene - down to the fingerless gloves 🍂👩🏽💻 That dreamy photo almost ellipses the absence of the “fire guy,” the no room service (🤬) and the crappy mattress . . . For the record, I love the ending - even if it got away from you . . . cause at least it got to get away 😆
This reminds me that I definitely need to get back to Portland - i loved the Kennedy School back when I could handle cold rooms and ergonomically awkward beds. I appreciate the ornery take on it.
"Apparently, ornery is my natural state anyway". Uh, ya think? 😆😄😆
It's good you got the change of scenery. And yes. Portland has changed, and you have grown as a person with all your life experiences. It's tough "going home again"
my dad always says "you can never go home again", and i hate that phrase so much. it makes me feel sick inside to hear, because it's true, and because sometimes all we want, all we need, is to go back to a time where things felt safe and good, if only for a moment.
regarding the views on this, i personally didn't receive this newsletter until i got the [presumably second] email being like "anybody out there?" must have been a glitch in the matrix, although now i wonder if i've missed other people's newsletters since what i seem to be getting from substack these days is tilting heavily and sadly toward spam. (i.e. advertisements for paywalled posts i didn't sign up for.)
anyway, this entry took me so many places in my mind and had so much to say, i loved every second of it. i'm glad you sent up a flare so we didn't miss it. and though i have room in my heart and my stomach for omelets, scrambled, soft boiled, and hard boiled eggs, over medium is absolutely *thee* best egg in my opinion. and the one restaurants screw up the most so it always makes me so happy when you get one or three done right.
You’re very brave to have ventured out to your old stomping grouds. It is disheartening when things change so drastically and that you no longer recognize them and not you hoped to find. Gracias a Dios for your Mami…reminded me of my brother when he would tell me, come and massage my back with your healing hands. He had a frasco of that special homemade “mota” massage oil. Bendiciones, Illyana. ♥️
So you are also a good writer. Really enjoyed following you back to Portland.
That’s a hella romantic Puerto Rican in Portland book proposal writing scene - down to the fingerless gloves 🍂👩🏽💻 That dreamy photo almost ellipses the absence of the “fire guy,” the no room service (🤬) and the crappy mattress . . . For the record, I love the ending - even if it got away from you . . . cause at least it got to get away 😆
This reminds me that I definitely need to get back to Portland - i loved the Kennedy School back when I could handle cold rooms and ergonomically awkward beds. I appreciate the ornery take on it.
"Apparently, ornery is my natural state anyway". Uh, ya think? 😆😄😆
It's good you got the change of scenery. And yes. Portland has changed, and you have grown as a person with all your life experiences. It's tough "going home again"
You always step up with different angles on the day day. Good essay! Thank you
my dad always says "you can never go home again", and i hate that phrase so much. it makes me feel sick inside to hear, because it's true, and because sometimes all we want, all we need, is to go back to a time where things felt safe and good, if only for a moment.
regarding the views on this, i personally didn't receive this newsletter until i got the [presumably second] email being like "anybody out there?" must have been a glitch in the matrix, although now i wonder if i've missed other people's newsletters since what i seem to be getting from substack these days is tilting heavily and sadly toward spam. (i.e. advertisements for paywalled posts i didn't sign up for.)
anyway, this entry took me so many places in my mind and had so much to say, i loved every second of it. i'm glad you sent up a flare so we didn't miss it. and though i have room in my heart and my stomach for omelets, scrambled, soft boiled, and hard boiled eggs, over medium is absolutely *thee* best egg in my opinion. and the one restaurants screw up the most so it always makes me so happy when you get one or three done right.
You’re very brave to have ventured out to your old stomping grouds. It is disheartening when things change so drastically and that you no longer recognize them and not you hoped to find. Gracias a Dios for your Mami…reminded me of my brother when he would tell me, come and massage my back with your healing hands. He had a frasco of that special homemade “mota” massage oil. Bendiciones, Illyana. ♥️