I'm so fickle. I am finding myself missing Portland so much right now. Even the sucky memories, like walking to the bus stop freezing in the rain and carrying groceries home 20 blocks in the rain and rain rain rain.... I'm kind of missing it. I'm missing riding the max at midnight and all the weirdos on it, portland coffee house and stumptown, washington park, biking up to mt. tabor, riding my bike on hawthorne street, laurelhurst park, mississippi st, last thursday on alberta street, firejam under the bridge, the park blocks, pioneer square....all the great clubs, the weird eery artists that lived in northeast, the hippies in SE, the college kids in SW, the yuppies/bums in NW...
I'm going back to Portland!!!!! For 2 weeks in October... a working vacation.
just wanted to share. Portland really is an awesome place to live. I'm just realizing more and more that my bad experiences there were a result of my bad situation with my bad ex-boyfriend. I would of had a much better time and met awesome people and actually had been able to afford a new wardrobe with clothes suitable for the NW if it weren't for having to support him. No joke... I wore a freaking wool sweater and my florida-skirts with leggings under them in the middle of the freaking winter because I never had enough money to go out and buy a proper winter wardrobe. I'm just really pissed off at myself that I lived in such a great place and ruined it for myself by having a leech boyfriend. I could have dressed myself properly, met cool people, gone snowboarding on the mountain, and actually gone to the coast (things I wanted/needed to do but never could because of him) if it weren't for him.
FUCK him.
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