A place where I feel home. My spirit lives there. I wish I could go back. The nature and power of God is unmatched there. It’s easy to feel poetry flowing through my veins, it is easy to find out who I am. The second I got off the plane I wanted to be different. I was away from everyone and everything I used to know. Maybe the person I wanted to be is who I should be. I didn’t want to be rich well kept Ben Barnes who is a fancy computer science major, suit and tie, and all that junk. I wanted to be beanie wearing hair long and pushed back falling on my shoulders with a sweatshirt and sweats as I take beautiful photos, write in my notebook and study the God given world we live in. I wanted to get lost in my thoughts and discover the most beautiful views in every inch of the forest, the intricate detail in every grain of sand, the science and secret world of the sea, the rhythmic beat of the waves, the silent deafening sound of a waterfall gliding and crashing onto rocks, the small rural towns with more culture and isolation then any other towns in America. Even if I have to learn to like sea food, even if I have to get my clothes wet. I like Oregon because instead of hiding from the storms of this world, that pour over Oregon every week, I can embrace them, love them, find the beauty within the so called hell of which I might live. There is always potential for prosperity even in the so called damning storms that should be evidence of our downfall. This random small state reminds me of the redemption of us all. Whether this was a vacation for finding myself, or coming of age story. I always think that I’ve found who I want to be and this journey of becoming myself just ends when I find myself, but I still haven’t. And I don’t think I ever will. I will always find big reveals about myself. As inconvenient as that might be. So as I sit in front of a crackling fire in the mountains of Utah. I will dream of the coast of this spiritual home. I will enjoy life in the moment and continue growing. The second I get home I am a new guy. New hair, new style, new values, new ideas, new goals, new me. I jump into the forge and melt myself down, so I can have the freedom to fulfill what I see fit. So find yourself somewhere like Oregon. Unique beautiful, and unlike all other places. A place where even it’s smell brings you to tears.
