Thoughts of my bedroom

Oregon, time and time again you have done me well. The smell of your air, subtly wreaking of piss, in Portland, but firewood 30 minutes out of the city. I've enjoyed the warmth you've given me, and all I can think about is when I'm making my return. Unfortunately, travelling to Oregon has been a yearly retreat rather than monthly-my dad hates the weather. So it's shocking to nobody that the second the airplane has kissed the ground with its wheels that we must go to our favorite spots. The record store, the restaurant by Hood River, coffee shop in Alberta, one of the many vintage stores we frequent. I have never experienced Alice in Wonderland Syndrome, but how fast the time goes by in Oregon, I'm starting to believe I get an episode everytime im there.