Day #108

I barely have now spent one quarter of the year here in Portland. 

I still feel like I'm on vacation, staying some in some swank 8-unit hotel and riding the bus to the hospital every day so I can manage to continue to pay my bills.  I know it's early, but this is normal, right?  I just don't feel like I have roots here yet.  I'm working on it, but I spend most of my time between home, work, the post office, and the grocery store.  I will be getting Oregon plates soon, and my Oregon driver's license so maybe that will help a little.

I'm just getting thoughts out there.  Spring and summer aren't even here yet.  It's wet here pretty much most of the time.  I think my truck is having the hardest time with it, just sitting there and collecting water.  I need to get the cap resealed before long.

Maybe I feel this way because there are so many fun things I could be doing on any given night... live music, Trailblazers, food, movies, hipsters, hippies, etc.  I certainly didn't have those kind of options in Michigan.  Or maybe nothing there really interested me anymore.  I'm not sure.

Anyway, I'm going to leave this on an imcomplete thought...

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