Moving time is almost here. I can't wait--southern california is starting to sicken me, fake people with fake parts, and fake emotions complete with fake lives. But I have realized that they are not the problem (they are happy here in their fascimile microsystem), I am. I want clean air, trees, rivers, mountains, gorges, rain. I need seasons and people like me. I need to leave. I'm packing up and moving to Portland, Or. The place I always envisioned retiring in, is now the only place that appeals to all of my needs: food (unbelievable), literate population, free spirited, creative, evironmental, historic, beautiful, active, and affordable. I can't wait until I move into my new eden. Less than a month away, the excitement is becoming excruciating...
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annika:
That must mean you are fond of nudery and silly outdated words, which means I approve of you wholeheartedly.
yesenia:
yes, i went one week without the interwebs. not cool. portland is a city i would love to visit. i have some friends there, and my roommates may be making a road trip to portland around new years.