Or at least sometimes that how it feels I’m deciding. Deciding what you might ask
Perhaps there are several readers of these words, who are not aware of my probable plans (considering I know very infrequently myself, kudos if you were), but I am thinking of leaving Chicago. Headed to a land of the two largest US Rivers that empty into the Pacific; a place recieving so much rainfall that the Interstates are paved with gravel. It is referred to by some as the city of roses, known by many as the home of Powell’s bookstore (The biggest fuckin’ “independant” bookstore in the world). It’s name was decided by a flip of a coin; it’s a place where the largest dick in the city, belongs (appropriately) to the collective and is befittingly referred to by the name “the Big Pink”. Oh wait I’m not done, as it resides amongst the the most overcast of US cities, which are regionally the home to minds as depressed as Kurt Cobain’s and cabin fevered as those of Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Jimi Hendrix & Modest Mouse to name a few. Yes, this place is none other than the northwest’s Portland, Oregon.
It is here that I find myself being drawn because of a particular program in, which I am eager to participate. Through the Portland Community College.
I am really excited for all of it. I’ve been thinking/talking about this for quite some time, but it is sad to think of leaving this city, which is so dear to me.
Perhaps you should flip a coin, too.