For two and a half months now, and I love it.
My fiance and I are currently living with my grandparents,
looking for and applying for jobs like crazy ever since we got here.
I'm planning on going to the Art Institutes for my diploma in Baking & Pastry,
aiming to be a Pastry Chef someday.
I love the baskets of flowers on the streetlights.
I love how dog-friendly it is.
I love how I see a lot of people on bikes or walking.
I LOVE the climate.
It's so different from California, and to be honest, I don't want to go back.
I've been to Multonomah falls.
We've gone as close to Mt. Hood as we could.
We were planning on going to see Crater Lake.
I think I'll have a good life here, after we're settled in as adults, working and going to school.
I don't want to go back. I want to live here.
So I think I will. :)
Thursday, September 30, 2010
This Really Resonates With Me...
To Love is Not to Possess
James Kavanaugh
To love is not to possess,
To own or imprison,
Nor to lose one’s self in another.
Love is to join and separate,
To walk alone and together,
To find a laughing freedom
That lonely isolation does not permit.
It is finally to be able
To be who we really are
No longer clinging in childish dependency
Nor docilely living separate lives in silence,
It is to be perfectly one’s self
And perfectly joined in permanent commitment
To another–and to one’s inner self.
Love only endures when it moves like waves,
Receding and returning gently or passionately,
Or moving lovingly like the tide
In the moon’s own predictable harmony,
Because finally, despite a child’s scars
Or an adult’s deepest wounds,
They are openly free to be
Who they really are–and always secretly were,
In the very core of their being
Where true and lasting love can alone abide.
James Kavanaugh
To love is not to possess,
To own or imprison,
Nor to lose one’s self in another.
Love is to join and separate,
To walk alone and together,
To find a laughing freedom
That lonely isolation does not permit.
It is finally to be able
To be who we really are
No longer clinging in childish dependency
Nor docilely living separate lives in silence,
It is to be perfectly one’s self
And perfectly joined in permanent commitment
To another–and to one’s inner self.
Love only endures when it moves like waves,
Receding and returning gently or passionately,
Or moving lovingly like the tide
In the moon’s own predictable harmony,
Because finally, despite a child’s scars
Or an adult’s deepest wounds,
They are openly free to be
Who they really are–and always secretly were,
In the very core of their being
Where true and lasting love can alone abide.
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