My eyes haven’t seen anything but the Portland area for more than six years. No, I don’t count Estacada or Corvallis. The last time I was anywhere else was Seattle in 2013 (San Diego in 2012, Los Angeles and Orlando in 2011); that and every trip before it, like the rest of my life, unsustainably relied on someone else’s dime. I don’t even have any particular other-place in mind. I just don’t like the creeping resignation that I never again ever will see anywhere else until the darkness and nothing I’ll see when someday I die.

Author: Bix

The unsupported use case of a mediocre, autistic midlife in St. Johns, Oregon —now with added global pandemic.