Last Night in Oregon

28 Oct

Well, my friendly readers, this will be the last blog I submit from the…interesting…state of Oregon. I fly out for flatter land tomorrow, and will kiss the ground when I land. I’ll smell the salty, marshy air and hug my dog and call it over.

Before I get too sentimental, I’ll go over my day. I got up, got packed, got coffee and got my keister to the school. I was early (typically) and wandered around the building, taking in the students and faculty, the notes and notices on the boards. I met with the admissions advisor and…well, I think I scared her.

We sat down, she handed me a sheet of paper with the curriculum on it (which I’ve had in my possession, long since downloaded from the internet) and asked me if I had any questions.

I grin and open my book.

She blinks, “Oh,” and looks at me like I’ve grown a second head.

Now I’ll admit I look a lot younger than I am. At least that’s what many people tell me. So perhaps she was taken aback by the fact that, while I was no baby-face, I was not wet behind the ears, either. It was rather amusing, really.

I asked my questions and ended up interviewing them more so than they interviewed me. And this is supposed to be a premier institution! Eh, well, perhaps they’re just more laid back up here, as I’ve observed in the town and traffic.

The verdict? I think it can work. I think it’ll work better than Massachusetts or Kansas, but I haven’t been to those places, so I’ll withhold that judgment for now. I think that they focus more on the same things I want to focus on, here, rather than what I’ve seen at the other places, so I’ll give them a greater consideration.

The hard part is going to be deciding if I can handle going back to school. It’s a lot to sacrifice, both in pay and free time. I’ve got my dog to consider as well, so that means most likely living off campus. Which means more money necessary to make it work. Hmm. I’m still not sure about it all. I think this is the best candidate, but there’s still a lot to consider.

Perhaps I shall consult a coin-toss? Nah.

I will admit however that this trip has been something of a self-seeking journey. I’ve pushed my fears and boundaries to the limit and realized things I’d not known about myself.

I am most definitely a flatlander. Even the way I walk is for flatland.

I am a sea-level kinda gal. Taking that elevator 200 feet down within a few seconds made me realize that the great feeling I had in the bottom of that cave had a helluva lot more to do with the lack of pressure in my ears than that wonderful cool mineral feeling one only gets in a cave.

I love the mountains. They’re great for visiting. Yeah.

I am afraid of mountain roads that twist and twine up a paved horse trail from hell that’s less than two horse-butts wide. That’s where that white-knuckle-death-grip comes in handy. And going down? Make sure if you have an automatic, that it also has second gear. Third ain’t gonna cut it.

I will never own a Pontiac Grand Prix. Good gravy that car’s a BEAST. It drives like an old V8 but it’s merely a 6-cylinder! If you like your car purring like a tiger about to strike down a gazelle, this car’s for you, but not me. I like my acceleration predictable, thank you.

I like pumping my own gas. Having some random kid pop up at your window out of nowhere is disturbing and food for my already-existant paranoia. That and I always forget to have ones on hand so I feel guilty about not tipping. Dammit.

I hate squeaky beds. Nothing much else to say about that.

I do not know how to moderate spending when I’m away from home. Note to self: budget like hell when you get home.

All in all, I’ve enjoyed myself. Not immensely, but this is also my first trip anywhere by myself. I do not recommend it on the whole unless you’re just into that whole monophilia thing. Me? Next time I take a trip will be with someone.

That’s another thing that bothers me. If I do this whole school thing, the only person I’ll be able to take with me is my dog. And I’ll only be able to visit home once a year if I take summer terms.

There are pros and cons to that, really.

So I’m going to enjoy my last view of snow-capped mountains, my last night in unfamiliar territory, my last night of stressful aloneness. The next time I deign to blog, I will be happily ensconced in my wonderful little home at sea level, breathing salty, marshy air and hugging my dog.

The End.


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