In the middle of the night on Saturday, my first night back in Cincinnati, I woke up suddenly in my bed... and didn't know where I was. Why wasn't I on the couch in Portland? Why was the room hot, where were the dogs... why did it smell so familiar? I had become so attached to the city I visited that I didn't recognize my own room. How fucked up is
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it just seems more peaceful, simpler somehow. i try to explain it to people why i feel this tug towards the NW but i never get it right. honestly, i think you're the only person who really understands what i mean when i'm talking about it.
so...ready to move? i'm going to take another shot in the summer of next year. i was gung-ho about seattle, but i might be convinced into portland. let's talk. :)
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