8

I had every intention of having a kick ass adventure and life in Oregon

 

when I arrived here 8 years ago today,

but it’s not going as planned--

not for lack of trying.

my eyes were opened to the reality of Portland life:

 I had to lower

 my expectations.

Then I had to lower them

 again.

 

Then I had to lower them

again.

Then I had to lower them

again.

Then,
reluctantly,

I had to lower them again.
 

Now I’m just going through the motions of working to save enough money to afford to escape every now and then,
or until I can find a job far away from here, 
or working just to pay the rent and other bills until  it’s my turn to die,

or until I can afford to live out the rest of my days in Paris.