A very long love letter...

[ianki]

I had plans for my last night in Portland.  They were simple plans, and they consisted of me having a farewell dinner surrounded by my closest friends followed by7 hours of sleep and a plane ride back to Maine.   As I write this, however, I have only an hour before I have to leave for my flight, and I am just arriving home from another grand

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city love...

[anonymous]

christine again. i completely understand your love for portland. i feel the same way about minneapolis. sheesh- even typing her name gives me goosebumps... i find myself fantisizing about the fun i had there before i was tied down with responsibilities-- working as a waitress and leaving at night with pockets full of cash and nothing to do until 4pm the next day.... endless possibilities! and always so many things going on that it was hard to choose what to do first. it was reckless, crazy, fun... but when i thought about going to grad school there i realized that there would be too much to distract me, whereas here- in the cornfields- i can concentrate (a little better anyway...? eesh!) on school work. but everytime i go back, my heart aches when i leave... i always blow a kiss to that skyline in my rearview mirror.