I miss Portland more than ever right now. I am jealous of the people drinking their coffees at Stumptown or Opposable Thumbs or having a beer at Side St. or sipping a glass of wine at Lupa - walking up and down the streets of Alberta or Mississippi after breakfast at the Tin Shed or Gravy. Laying as a hung over mess on the grass outside of moxie.
I am a Portlander. I am a Portlander. What a tremendous source of pride I get from saying that and how threatened I feel when I see others enjoying it without me. I am a Portlander. I am the girl with the bangs who does my part to save the planet, who wears skinny jeans and spends $5 on an avocado - who looks for food from local organic growers and care that my hair and face products weren't tested on animals nor do they have a 30 sec. spot on some TV
station that I don't watch. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. I am a true Portlander, there is not another place I'd rather be (unless on holiday or for short term employment).
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