if this week in the beautiful portland, oregon has taught me anything it’s that, home is where the people you love are. i may hate the smog, traffic, parking nazis, palm trees, cement everywhere essence of los angeles, but it is my home because people i love are there. and i may not have my own address in portland or seattle, where the perfect coffee shops flow like milk and honey, but the kindred people closest to my heart have their own mailboxes, and where they are, so am i.

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