Things just feel better when I’m in Portland.
Last weekend was very needed. Taking a break from work helped. So did spending lots of time with one of my very best friends.
But it’s more than that. Whenever I go back to Oregon in the summer, I feel like the pace of life is so much more manageable. I find myself deeply breathing in the fresh air, and taking the time to just sit and observe — and be quiet. Meals are longer (outside if possible) and traffic moves a little slower (not because of congestion). The biggest rush is to get outside when the sun is shining, and then the rest of the day is lazily spent by the river.
Don’t get me wrong, I love San Francisco. Wherever I end up in life, the Bay Area will always be my home. My heart belongs here.
But nothing beats those warm, Oregon summer nights.