it’s 2am on my last night/morning in Tucson and yet i can’t bring myself to get any sleep. I almost don’t want to go back to Portland. Don’t get me wrong, i really do love the place and the people but in the two weeks i have been here, I’ve only spoken with the one person that has managed to make me feel at home in Portland once, and sadly that’s not for lack of trying on my part. That fact alone has managed to even find a way to make me feel lost here in Tucson amongst all of my family and friends, and i can only imagine what coming home to an empty house in Portland is going to feel like. I don’t fully know what awaits me in Portland, the only thing i know for sure is the weather will be shitty. I suppose there’s always something i can rely on.

sorry about the rant…i’m just a sad panda tonight.