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For those of you who like to listen to music while you read here is a song from an artist called The Tallest Man on Earth. I have been listening to him non-stop for the past month or so. This song might be my favorite of his.

The Tallest Man on Earth- The Gardener

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I started writing this post from the Portland airport (ranked as the nation’s #1 airport, mind you) following another week+ of epic adventure with Sophie. Our days in Colorado were filled with beauty and adventures. We explored Denver’s City Park, met up with Joel and Bri as they passed through Denver, got some good family time, went to the mountains for a hike and explored small mountain towns, ate Mexican food AND went to the museum AND got ice cream AND ate thai food with Gabe and Sean, explored the mountains, and went to a Paper Bird concert.

If you are unfamiliar with Paper Bird, you should quickly change that. They are a band from Denver, featuring my friend Tyler Archuletta on the trombone, who spread happiness and joy wherever they go, and are currently doing so on a vegetable oil-fueled bus as they tour the West Coast. They just released an EP called “A Sky Underground.” You should visit their new homepage and/or MySpace page.

In City Park, Sophie tried to eat my face and I got mad about it.  Who wouldn't, really?  Do you want your face eaten?

In City Park, Sophie tried to eat my face and I got mad about it. Who wouldn't, really? Do you want your face eaten?

As vegetarians, Sophie and I were prepared to settle for not much to eat in a small Colorado mountain town.  Then the owner of the cafe said, "I don't have much on the menu- just quinoa burriots, butternut squash soup, and cherry rhubarb tunrovers."  "Yes.  We will have that."

As vegetarians, Sophie and I were prepared to settle for not much to eat in a small Colorado mountain town. Then the owner of the cafe said, "I don't have much on the menu- just quinoa burriots, butternut squash soup, and cherry rhubarb tunrovers." "Yes. We will have that."

Sophie was so excited by the scenery and delicious food that she smiled.

Sophie was so excited by the scenery and delicious food that she smiled.

I was so excited by the scenery and delcious food that I trampled all the poppies in sight.

I was so excited by the scenery and delcious food that I trampled all the poppies in sight.

We made our way to Portland and continued to enjoy our adventures together. We spent more good family time (this time with the Johnson’s instead of the Hamilton’s), hiked in the lush Oregon forest, swam in natural bodies of water, watched movies and Lost, ate good food everyday until I didn’t think I could walk, and got good new music. This was my first time to Portland and more than just its airport is top-notch. Leaving Portland also meant leaving Sophie, which, as you might have expected, was the hardest goodbye for me to make. This is all I will write about this sad event- the rest will remain in my head. And as M. Ward says, “Every town is all the same, when you’ve left your heart in the Portland rain.”

M. Ward, “Paul’s Song”

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Look at me and those Johnson sisters.  If someone were to call us mountain goats, it would be for good reason.  No one has done that yet, though.

Look at me and those Johnson sisters. If someone were to call us mountain goats, it would be for good reason. No one has done that yet, though.

Once again, Sophie tries to bite my face.  This time I don't seem as upset.  This is because I have been watching "Lost" and I now know scarier things can happen in the forest than Sophie biting my face.

Once again, Sophie tries to bite my face. This time I don't seem as upset. This is because I have been watching "Lost" and I now know scarier things can happen in the forest than Sophie biting my face.

This is a very rare picture because Sophie is not biting my face off.  I have entitled it "Bad Ass Brunch."

This is a very rare picture because Sophie is not biting my face off. I have entitled it "Bad Ass Brunch."

I’m back in Colorado for a few days before I leave on Tuesday for Greece. Yes, Tuesday. As in one day from now. I don’t know if you thought these last few days in the country would allow for some rest and relaxation, but you would be wrong if this is what you thought. I have barely had time to pack, as goodbyes (for the time being): Colorado edition hit full force. Also, I was the DJ and master of ceremonies at Katie and Rob’s wedding in Breckenridge for the last weekend. Their wedding was on the Fourth of July, and I am very thankful that I was a part of it. Sean was the best man and I was also very thankful to have all that time to hang out with him.

This is the point in the wedding where I played some bumpin' tunes and wrote an award-winning short story.

This is the point in the wedding where I played some bumpin' tunes and wrote an award-winning short story.

I can’t say enough about the people I have in my life, and if this move brings me nothing else it has reminded me of how exceptionally lucky I am to be loved by the people I love. Every place I have gone and every place I am now from, I was lucky enough to find incredible people who are willing this celebrate this life we share. I’m not quite sure who I’m supposed to thank for this gift I have been given but I am grateful for every one of the people that I love and that love me.

The other night, a friend told me that when you move away its like planting a garden. This was the most comforting thing anyone had told me about moving, because my friend went on to explain that in moving you have planted those seeds and you just have to let them go, never knowing quite how they will grow, or if they will grow at all. When you come back, many of those seeds have grown strong and tall, and often in ways you wouldn’t have guessed when you first left.

Like I said, I leave Tuesday for the bookstore. The next time I write I will be far from here. In this new place, I hope to plant some new seeds with new people, see beautiful things, and have an adventure or two. But know that my heart is always here- with the people I love.

Paul Simon, “The Boxer” (live)

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I have left places before. I moved from Castle Rock to Boulder to go to college. Later, from Boulder back to Castle Rock and onto Englewood, CO, after a transfer of schools. I left for Prague at the beginning of 2006. And then, of course, there was the move from Colorado to New Orleans. Some of the moves were harder than others, with moving to New Orleans easily being the most monumental.

But this…this leaving feels different. It is leaving the first place I built as a home. Within three days of arriving here in 2007 (after a stint in Houston for Teach for America Institute), I had already met someone who knew my grandfather (who had passed away decades before), seen one of my mom’s old houses, and thought to myself, “This place…now this is where I belong.” It felt like a homecoming, of sorts. I proceeded to passionately build a life for myself here, both with a meticulousness and abandonment that I had lacked in my previous life experiences. I met some of the most wonderful people I’ve ever known, engaged in what I consider to be some of the most important work of our time (see Teach for America), and found success, not to mention fulfillment, doing it.

And now I’m leaving. This is officially my last Friday in my house, my last Friday in New Orleans (at least in this stint of my life), and my last Friday as a teacher (at least in this stinit of my life). It feels, at the same time, unreal and bearing a weight of inevitability that is altogether debilitating. As has become the tradition at Andrew Wilson Charter School, most of the students stop coming after Field Day (which was yesterday). I told my students I would not be returning next year, an announcement that was followed by an interaction with one of my favorite students that went like this:

Student: “Hey, Mr. Hamilton, knock, knock.”

Me: “Who’s there?”

Student: “Urine”

Me: (grimacing with reluctance) “Urine who?”

Student: (with huge smile) “You’re in it by yourself.” (Suddenly the smiles is gone from his face) “Seriously, you’re in this by yourself. You want to go all the way over there, you’re in it by yourself. I hope you don’t expect me to pay for anything.”

These are, of course, moments I will miss terribly, and, at this moment, I feel confident that I will find my way back to teacher and probably back to New Orleans, at some point in my life. And leaving is very emotionally difficult for me, dramatically more so than any of the aforementioned times I left for somewhere else. But it is important to note that I am going on to have an incredible experience. My summer schedule looks like this:

June 11- Last day of school

June 12- Travel to Tennessee

June 15- Return to New Orleans

June 18- Drive from New Orleans to Castle Rock with Sophie

June 20- Expected arrival to Castle Rock

June 25- Fly to Portland with Sophie

July 1- Return to Colorado by myself

July 7- Leave for Santorini, Greece

Greece will be my new home for the indefinite future, where I will be living and working at a bookstore in a town call Oia. I am moving there because I like vowels. Anywho, it is here that I will spend at least the next months of my life.

The terrace of the bookstore where I will be living

The terrace of the bookstore where I will be living

Here are two Neko Case songs that I’ve been enjoying.

Neko Case, “At last”http://7970917082554362344-a-1802744773732722657-s-sites.googlegroups.com/site/bootsofspanishleathersite/Home/11AtLast.mp3?attredirects=0&auth=ANoY7cpK6_oPGhvus0wknuM5M1a3L4gKilK7xbNfxhpvjfbBgyRFKzI1N6z7IzB0IsntF9lw68XcxTibNg7PjSk0t81b7_EOKcME7HLC8HqifIEnSbmjGY1aX6vRWzl-iMJ6hzY9LMYZTljxN8eSXSu7b-Oqd-mQJ-RtcQ5Kts_1q6-FvgdqpAVazGtSK1ZL0UifybvwA_ANZE66Q8eSscBwc_C-CjZfxgYtQanl81nh7FX0_qZvSV0%3D

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Neko Case “I’m an Animal” http://7970917082554362344-a-1802744773732722657-s-sites.googlegroups.com/site/bootsofspanishleathersite/Home/imananimal.mp3?attredirects=0&auth=ANoY7crdpozBVGLaXh2DtwBOr7pLKyZSKglWvBCkYyIFhRI-JgzlW7aCYluh_y3uZsOw4pEw0g4Z5ElnojmnADDwVpxN49inGbPRe0DCBLGkf5ZqvV3YgPxBMDF39LZ8bsiIM_DHNs1PkE5JXn3HFEeumiFXasW9fZBeS0efW81SFBh9uP0qSjD-Zi5U53uTyidkrcsG9o53MRr49dkGVah-aQiPAhZPkdkNUTLWEO8VlVKmpugmmOM%3D

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Visit her MySpace, because she’s really, really, really good. Also, her official site.

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