I am four hours away from this skyline, four hours away from the out-of-college life. I am sixteen hours away from every shade of green you've ever heard of, salmon, sushi, and sea-food for days, overcast skies, coffee like you can't dream of, the color YELL-O, the Street of Dreams, my first love, a vast array of liberal white people, birkenstocks, rain rain and rain, Puddles and cracked sidewalks, rain, so much nature you choke on it, an ocean you don't swim in, people slow and sweet, rain, low-key low-pace dress-down style, bunny rabbits on leashes, a house full of professional clowns, Country Fair peach shaped and crazy, bridges everywhere, Jewish matriarchs, bikes like it's normal, and my home for seventeen years. Goodbye, Oregon.
Hello, Los Angeles.
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