Port Land Adventures: Day Two. Tail Between the Legs Edition.

I crashed today. I crashed hard. In all my fetishizing my move to Portland, it has now occurred to me that I never asked myself some very important questions. Namely:

1) Do I actually want to leave Tucson?
2) Why Portland, honestly? What's with the romanticizing?
3) What is it that I actually want to do? Can I only do that something outside of Tucson?

I've changed a lot since high school, and I don't like all of those changes. Portland became for me something of a talisman. It became my magic bullet.

There are no magic bullets.

Portland looks like a wonderful town from what I've seen of it, but I think the time has come for me to be more realistic. Portland was an escape. At this point in my life, I need to grapple with reality. I have too many questions I didn't know existed. I probably should add the need to integrate myself into a new environment to that. I have a hard enough time making friends as it is.

So, the moral of the story is, I'll probably be coming back to Tucson earlier than expected, maybe Thursday. Though I might stick around for some vacationing without all the stress of job hunting and the like. I mean, I might as well, as long as I'm up here. Still, another four days of puttering around town might be a little much.

Everything is wonderful!