Calling

In an instant, the healing can begin. A moment as it rains outside, or an afternoon of sleeping and watching favorite shows in my apartment can turn it around, it can all begin to begin again. I feel the best I've felt today, I feel more like myself, more like my city is finally starting to pull me back. And with only a month left until I'm home for good, I can't wait for the fall, for the changes in the colored trees outside my window, for the rain to start pouring down outside, for the coats to come out and to bundle up with blankets while I sit here writing, sipping a cup of tea in the evenings.

There is so much that I feel like I've missed by not being here for the last year, so much that I never got to experience last year, so much that I miss about Oregon, about Portland especially. I have my own life here, my own space, my own heart here. And finally, it's beginning to come back, it's beginning to heal, to start anew. Finally my city is calling my name again.