I'm in the fanciest car I've ever driven, surrounded by evergreen trees which are like a dream compared to the southern california July from whence I came. Portland is such a welcome escape for the weekend. I am just reaching the point of concern about where I am and how many freeways I have already been directed to since leaving the airport when a bridge comes into view. A beautiful bridge, and I'm headed right for it. As I drive onto the bridge I feel so light, the song on the radio changes. It's that scene in the movie where the wide-eyed girl comes to a new city. It's an exciting montage that alternates between magical city pans and enthusiastic facial expressions from the main character set to a song that is going to make a killing on itunes. I am completely lost in my moment. So lost that I miss the exit I am meant to take.
At that point, I'm looking around and all the supposed exits just look like entrances onto more freeways. I keep going, assuming an exit will eventually pop up and be obvious, until off in the distance: my bridge, and I'm heading right toward it. I laugh to myself and enjoy the ghost of my movie moment. On the second pass I'm not distracted, but I'm still a little confused, so I pull off and park to recollect my sense of direction. I have no real destination, I'm just starving so anywhere with food will suffice. My iphone tells me where to go and I'm off again. Left, right, under a freeway, and first right… wait, was this the first right? I'm not positive, I think I'm going the right way but I can't be sure, and then I see it: My bridge! …and I'm heading right toward it.
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