somewhere only we know, keane.

"i walked across an empty land
i knew the pathway like the back of my hand
i felt the earth beneath my feet,
sat by the river and it made me feel complete."

having been in portland for two months now,
my breath is constantly being taken from me.
the mountains, the expanse of trees, the willamette river,
the sight and hope that mt. hood gives me.
i love it, i feel comforted by it.

and yet, there's still something missing.
something i have yet to put my finger on.
i stand in downtown portland nearly everyday,
longing for the loud sirens, the hum of busy life,
the chaotic, minute-by-minute stresses of a busy urban area.

i find myself torn.
city. nature. city. nature.
i know i cannot have them both.
i do love portland, but i think chicago might be
where i end up.
where i settle down.

don't get me wrong,
i love pieces of portland.
it's a beautiful city with a good balance of nature
and the beginnings of a beautiful city
and right now, for me, trying to figure out who i am,
portland is a great place to do just that,


but chicago will always be home.