I walk past azaleas of all different colors, a man in a tye dye shirt, birds chirping, mini street libraries, and I could be in Portland. I had never seen a magnolia or an azalea before I moved to Portland. But they existed the whole time just one city over. It's enough to make me feel bittersweet about leaving. Maybe even worry that I'll miss Rochester. Will Portland fall flat at all in comparison? Will the homeless and crazies bother me? Will the lack of peacefulness bother me. But it's like this city is a smaller version, not as good, and way worse weather. It is wild how similar the cities are though. It's been fun getting to discover another Portland, even if it didn't end up being “the one”. We'll keep it in our back pocket and remember it fondly. You're currently a free subscriber to Letters from the Mire. For the full experience, upgrade your subscription.
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