I think I mention this little fact every time I meet someone new. When I am in Portland I remind people that I was born and raised there. I would hate to be confused with a transplant from California, big no-no.
Now that I no longer live in Oregon I feel like I had an unblemished record that will now have a little asterisk at the bottom that will state *she left for three years.*
What if I want to run for Governor one day, will that be used against me? I picture that one day I will own a home on Willamette Blvd. and I will step out on the balcony, sip my cup of coffee, and watch a bunch of naked people ride by on their bicycles. I will wave at them, they will wave at me, and I will sigh and say “Ahh Portland.”
Okay, the Annual Naked Bike Ride doesn’t go down Willamette Blvd., but still, that would be such a Portland thing to see! Or seeing The Unipiper go down the street in his Darth Vader costume.
I’m just saying I miss home. I miss good food, cheap beer, expensive doughnuts, Fishwife Restaurant, church folk, Latinos, Ethiopians, Asians, PDX, and my friends. Family too.
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