I've been going in Powell's since my teens and now live near the main store. It's always been close, like the local library, familiar and yet exotic from all the far-flung stories and knowledge arriving inside all those books. But seeing a book of your own land in the local bookstore of legend is a surreal experience that amazed me more than expected, in a good way.
I thought I was pretty jaded, having traveled a hell of a long way on that hard road a writer chooses. Moments like these remind me to stop and enjoy the ride.