Oregonian

I did not have enough time in Oregon this trip. Before I left I knew I didn't want to leave, and now that I'm back I miss it. So clean, so friendly, so calm, green, easy-going, littered with parks, dotted with mountains, unending starry skies, oh! Maybe the weather there was too perfect. Maybe it's because I didn't even get more than 15 mins in Powells. Maybe Klio tickled my heart. Maybe, maybe, maybes. All I know is, New York feels just so damned cramped. No space, no privacy, no possibility to get lost in the wilderness (those man-made parks do not count, there's no woods), no easy-going, anything-goes, happy-go-lucky attitude. I always did say I have a love-hate relationship with New York. I just need to fall in love with it again, because right now I'm cheating on it with Oregon.