Get Lost (Part 2)

portlandpic1                             There are signs…

               Dividing in…

                              That I couldn’t abide…

 I wouldn’t miss it again…

         Burning every bridge that I cross…

              To find some beautiful place…        

                                   To get lost…

First stop was Portland: 2 nights, 2 days

We pulled on to Division Street around ten at night, parked the car, unloaded the bare necessities, and made our way up the steps to the Bluebird Guesthouse. A beautiful craftsman home with all the charm it can possibly possess. We made our way through the living room, through the kitchen, and down the stairs to our room: The Elliot Smith Room. Out of the seven rooms ours is the only one named after a music artist; the rest named after famous authors: Garcia-Marquez, Beverly Cleary, Sherman Alexie, Ken Kesey, Raymond Carver, and Gao Xingjian.

In our room was a full sized bed, two nights stands ( I got the one with the lamp so I could read at night), a small vanity, a small shelving unit with towels, and a little closet with hangers. In the vanity drawer was a biography of Elliot Smith, paper, two pens, and an extra key. Everything in our small welcoming room was used at some point in the two days we were Continue reading “Get Lost (Part 2)”