There is a captivating beauty in the Pacific Northwest that inspires people, and there is also a darkness. I am drawn to the places in between dreams and reality, somewhere between my memories of growing up here and my present experience. I walk around and look out into the woods, seeing them anew and seeing them through the veil of memories at the same time. I look up at the moss covered branches and I remember nights spent sleeping outside in the dark looking up to see a thousand hairy spider legs instead of branches and quickly hiding under the covers. I remember ants crawling all over my feet and my father trying to calm me down, telling me that the ants will not bite. I remember the Pacific Ocean stretching for as far as the eye can see. Unknown forces of nature can be terrifying, but they can also be profoundly beautiful. It is this balance that draws me to the Pacific Northwest.