I WAS WALKING TOWARDS THE CLOSING WDS PARTY WHEN I, FOR THE SECOND TIME DURING MY STAY IN PORTLAND, wandered into what I like to call the homeless district
Yes, the homeless district.
Now if you ask me where it is, I wouldn’t be able to tell you because I’m rather directionally challenged. And although I can’t tell you whether it was south or west or east or north of [insert the street name I don’t know of here], I can tell you that there were a ton of homeless people who took up about two or three blocks of a particular area and created a somewhat of a community within that area.
And then I came along, invading their space for the second time. This time, however, I was armed with leftover pizza in a to-go-box.
As I walked fast through the homeless district, a homeless man took my left over pizza.
OK, fine, he asked for it.
And I gave it to him.
And he pumped his fists in the air shouting woo-hoo!
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I should feel good and warm and fuzzy inside for giving my leftovers away to a homeless man.
But, you guys, I wanted that pizza. I had no intention of giving it away. To anyone. Because I loved it.
You see, I even took a picture of it.
I mean, it’s not like I could have said no, clutched the pizza tightly to my chest and ran. Mostly because I’m sure all the homeless people who took up those 2-3 blocks would have ran after me for my pizza.
I mean, I guess I did a good deed. Unwillinglyish.
YOU SEE, I WANTED TO LIKE PORTLAND.
I really did.
But I just, you know, didn’t. And it’s not because a homeless guy took my leftover pizza. It because the entire time I was there, I just kind of had an ‘eh’ feeling.
Yes, an ‘eh’ feeling.
You see, I was excited to visit Portland. I really was. And from what I heard, people loved it. And I was sure I was going to fall in love too.
But I didn’t.
Upon arriving in Portland, I figured out how to get to my hostel from the airport, how to meet up with my friend, Katie, at Powell’s Books, and how get to get back to my hostel after seeing Katie for a few hours.
I was exhausted from all that OMG-I’m-Traveling-Alone-For-The-First-Time-Ever-OMG worrying. But even so, Portland’s first impressions weren’t that impressive.
It was kind of Eh.
But I tried to keep an open mind because I really wanted to like Portland, even after speaking with Katie, who wasn’t keen on Portland and started the whole ‘eh’ theory and rolled her eyes a few times and so on and so forth and what have you.
I had a whole week in Portland and had absolutely no idea how to spend it, despite the research I did.
You guys, I’m not gonna lie.
Portland was kind of boring.
Like, I almost-fell-asleep-boring.
I’m not sure if I didn’t do enough research or something, but the experience was just kind of ‘eh’. I thought it was going to be amazeballs.
But it wasn’t amazeballs.
It was totally unamazeballs.
I guess I just didn’t get it. I didn’t get why everyone loved it so much.
The thing is I come from big city called Chicago. Perhaps you’ve heard of it?
This is Chicago’s downtown.
This is Portland’s downtown.
I’m used to a big city. So I guess whenever I go somewhere new, I expect them to bring it.
Portland didn’t bring it, you guys.
The rest of the week, I couldn’t help but agree with Katie’s negative review. Portland just felt kind of EH.
And this made me sad. Though to be fair, I spent a day hiking with random awesome girls I meet on the internets on this.
Then the rest of the time I attended a three-ish day conference.
But the one day where I didn’t have anything planned…I couldn’t figure out what to do. I went to a hot yoga class, then on the recommendation of one of my roommates, I went on the cabbie ride thingie (or is it cable ride thingie? ) to see the scenery.
So I went.
I took a bunch of pictures.
Then I sat in the hospital that it was connected to for what seemed like the longest time feeling like I should do something or go somewhere but I was kind of tired. I was unsure of what I was doing there.
I’m sure there was more interesting things to do, I just, you know, didn’t find them.
I was convincing myself that maybe—just maybe I’m not cut-out for this traveling thing. Aside from finding random people to go hiking with and participating in WDS meetups, I didn’t find much to do in Portland. And it kind of made me sad and question my motives as a traveler-wannabe. Will I immediately reject other places that aren’t like Chicago and city-like? Or will I try to embrace them and find things to love about them?
I was considering not even going to Seattle and just heading home. But since I already paid for my bus ticket and booked my room and it would’ve cost me extra to reroute my fight, I went.
And I’m so glad I did because Seattle brought it.
Like, I’d totally be Seattle’s baby mama and then give the babies away because, seriously, you guys, ain’t nobody got time for that.
Until next time my loves.
P.S. No offense if you’re from Portland or have a love relationship with Portland. I just come from a big city and was a little–tiny-bit-bias. I blame Katie. As should you.
P.P.S. Totally kidding, Katie.
HAVE YOU EVER GONE SOMEWHERE NEW AND TRIED TO LIKE IT BUT JUST COULDN’T?