Wellz, I am back in Tucson and surprisingly glad of that. I think I actually kind of missed it here. Portland is delightful and all with its charming houses and kickin' cafes, but I never realized how much Tucson is my home. As someone who always feels very temporary, this is a big deal. So I don't resent being back. I do find myself recovering from all the danged walking--my variegated bodily segments are sore.
I have learned wisdoms about the magical kingdom of Portland which I will now impart unto thee:
-Portland is a locus sans pigeons.
-There are lots of homeless peoples but few buskers. There are dark haired ladies outside of Powell's who offers a song in exchange for change.
-Zoos, no matter what state they happen to be in, are totally kickass fo' rizzle.
-McDonald's is shamed by the awesomeness of local cafes and restaurants. They hardly show their face. I only saw the one. Starbucks is similarly put to shame.
And I am starting to get more settled into my arrangement. I am bringing more stuff out of boxes, and I even bought a piece of furniture. It's a pretty keen desk. There is still a lot to do, but I am allowing myself to become a little less temporary-minded about my living situation.
Now all that is left is for me to find a job. I am frequenting Craigslist, but if anyone hears about any opportunities, please let me know.
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