I want to move to Portland because a boy who never loved me loves the West and maybe I need to be there to discover what I don't know I'm missing.
Sometimes you just need a change while still being wrapped in the warm blanket of memories only the quiet end of a friendship can leave you with. And Portland isn't New York or Parisβ it isn't an exclamation point, it's an ellipsis, and the boy and I died with an ellipsis.
So maybe I need an ellipsis, a warm blanket, the comfort zone of a flight that lands in an unknown city that I've never seen before.
But I bet, stepping off that plane, I'll be able to smell memories in the crisp, strange Portland air.