A short update because simply put, eloquent phrasing eludes me so I resort to diary-entry-style, uninhibited and free-flow.
Soon I’ll be back home in Oregon, having landed the job of my dreams working at Nike headquarters. I’m sure to miss the geckoes scampering around my little wooden hut here on the island and the breathtaking ocean and whales spouting in the far-off distance, but I’ll be cured of homesickness.
This is a pretty boring blog post- it isn’t poetic, educational, nor insightful- but sometimes adulthood is like that: you get your tax returns, you vote, you pack, arrange to visit your folks in Nagasaki, and buy airplane flights. You write because its a way to remember, and you go to the beach every day because pretty soon you won’t be able to anymore.
I’m convinced I’ll return here, sometime during the next few years. Few times I’ve found a community to fall so deeply in love with, surrounded by vibrant nature.
Portland will be an entirely different ballgame. As soon as my plane lands in Portland, I’ll be buckling down and diving headfirst into work, somehow managing to twist my output into a form of vigorous play (because who likes to admit they like capitalism and corporatism). I’ll be experiencing a steep learning curve and I’m not sure I’ll carve out time for anything but time with friends, rock climbing, and art.
I’m excited to see you, Portland, and to see you in a different light. No longer will I be in the Reed bubble but I’ll be innovating across boundaries, learning bucketloads, and reconnecting with beloved family.