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Until Next Time<br />
Home Is Where Oregon Is<br />
written by Maiah Miller<br />
THE LOVE I FEEL for Oregon grows in my life much like the native pine tree. I have a delicate<br />
version inked on my wrist as a constant reminder of the Pacific Northwest, and each flash of the<br />
boughs peeking from my sleeve reminds me of home.<br />
As a military spouse, I move often, seemingly farther away from my birthplace of Eugene with<br />
each duty station. I carry this love for my home state like a security blanket. It is something I can<br />
reach for and cling to in times of homesickness. Oregon invades my thoughts when daydreaming,<br />
like the fog along the coast. I find ways to weave my love of the state into my life, even when I’m<br />
physically far from the valley I grew up in.<br />
When I first left the state to move with my twin to<br />
Texas, we followed the only car with Oregon license<br />
plates we had seen in the vast state and eagerly accosted<br />
them when they parked, excitedly asking them where<br />
they were from. After much confusion, we realized they<br />
were driving a rental car and had no idea their license<br />
plates were Oregon plates.<br />
When my husband deployed for the second time to<br />
Afghanistan, going home was my lifesaver. I loaded up<br />
my car with running shoes and our newly adopted puppy<br />
and drove sixteen hours straight to Eugene. Eugene was<br />
my refuge for those long months of separation, and it<br />
was only the safe return of my Marine that made me<br />
travel back to San Diego.<br />
Our next duty station was Monterey, and this time<br />
the drive to Oregon was shorter. In nine hours I could<br />
be home, running the Amazon trail, sipping coffee<br />
with my mother at Noisette bakery, dancing at Ballet<br />
Fantastique or simply roaming the aisles of Market of<br />
Choice. Eugene made my heart beat faster. The cleaner<br />
air, the greener trees and abundant organic and healthier<br />
food invigorated me.<br />
Even having twins didn’t slow me down. Becoming a<br />
new mother released a maternal longing for my native<br />
home, so I counted down the days until I could bring my<br />
new family to Oregon. After my girls were born (while<br />
my husband was on assignment), I convinced my friend<br />
in Portland to fly down and drive me back with my tiny<br />
infants. The twins made their first trip to Oregon at six<br />
months, with a joyful whoop from me when crossing<br />
the state line (instantly regretted when I remembered<br />
the little babies sleeping in the backseat). Even if they<br />
wouldn’t remember their first Oregon trip, I wanted my<br />
girls to be immersed in the love I have for Oregon.<br />
When my husband was finally on leave and able to<br />
travel with us, I delighted in navigating my favorite<br />
trails and coffee shops as a family. It was a wonderful<br />
experience to introduce him to “all things Oregon”, and<br />
show him the beauty of my state.<br />
Now I am almost the farthest away I could be while<br />
still remaining in the U.S., and I have to bite my tongue<br />
to keep from critically comparing everything to my<br />
beloved Oregon. (It’s not this humid in Oregon! We<br />
have scenic running trails in Oregon. In Oregon you can<br />
actually find vegan restaurants. Oregon doesn’t have<br />
these terrible spider-cricket hybrids. And so on.)<br />
When I force myself to stay in the present, I appreciate<br />
my current community. I’m meeting new friends and<br />
exploring the state we temporarily call home. But the<br />
pine tree on my wrist reminds me of where my heart is<br />
and I find myself dreaming of the day we load up the car<br />
and head west to Oregon—this time for good.<br />
112 <strong>1859</strong> OREGON’S MAGAZINE SEPTEMBER | OCTOBER <strong>2018</strong>