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Its less than three weeks before I become an expat. I feel like I have been going out every night. The late mornings, later nights, cheap beers, text messages I wish I didnt send, phone calls I wish I had made, rolls of film I should have taken, porch songs and bike rides are all taking their toll on me rather quickly. I havent seen 9am in a while. I have been feeling incredibly overwhelmed recently, as I have a lot of friends I want to see before I go, but my close friends, I want to spend as much time as possible with. And I have. Between sleeping in, trying to sell off my life’s collection of crap, working on webpages, and drinking all night with my friends, it seems like I’ve got less time to give, than is required to do everything I want. Maybe leaving is just sneaking up on me. Maybe I’m just nervous. Maybe I know that my world is just about to be turned up-side-fucking-down. Maybe just. Maybe just. Maybe just.

I’m going to miss my friends so much. And this town. Damn, this town. It never ceases to introduce me to the most wonderful beautiful amazing people. Reunite me with people who I couldn’t be happier about being reunited with. Thanks for the last two years, Portland. Thanks to my friends. I’ll see you all soon. I want links to everyone’s flickr accounts, and blogs, if they’ve got them. My flickr acct is at http://www.flickr.com/photos/zacparker/ but I’ll be posting pictures here. Whenever I get a camera. I want everyone to be able to see the beautiful things I see, the way I see them. Did I say how much I’m going to miss my friends? Come visit. You’ll always have a roof to sleep under, so long as I do.