After finishing one of the most lackluster dinners I have in Portland in a while (at an establishment which I won't name...because a lady never tells) I survey my situation. First of all, American food---not going to miss it. In 24 hours I will be boarding a plane to Taiwan. My suitcase, which is packed in the loosest sense of the word, sits lopsided, covered in cat hair, begging, at the very least to be zipped up. Time to zip up and roll out. Similar to how gangster keeps time.
A morning with Emma. She is the sunshine in the shade, illuminating through the mimosa haze and the drone of macho transportation on Forster. We had a radical breakfast (AMAZING Huevos Rancheros at Bar Carlo...I suppose I will miss some American food) moving towards our roots. We talked change. We talked growth. She loaned me bravery and grit. What would we do without love?
Zip.
A morning with Emma. She is the sunshine in the shade, illuminating through the mimosa haze and the drone of macho transportation on Forster. We had a radical breakfast (AMAZING Huevos Rancheros at Bar Carlo...I suppose I will miss some American food) moving towards our roots. We talked change. We talked growth. She loaned me bravery and grit. What would we do without love?
Zip.
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