I've been thinking about this for a while, and I think it's time. I've learned a ton from my months in Thailand, and experienced a lot of personal growth. But there's just been one cockroach too many in my life, one crack too many in the sidewalk. The day has finally come, and I've decided to go back to the states. No... I didn't make it a full year, but I don't care.
I was doing my taxes today, and I just realized how much I miss Portland, the rain and the misty skies, tri-met and the slow predictable routine of living somewhere that I actually understand. I'm tired of the sun and the heat, I've gotten my fill of the beaches and am not sure I could choke down one more plate of fried rice.
Nope... today is the day. I'm booking a flight to Tennessee. I'm going to spend a few weeks... maybe a month or so with my family, maybe get a job to save some money for a bit before going back to Oregon. It's time. I hope you enjoyed reading about my little adventures, and misadventures, as much as I enjoyed having them.