Obviously I miss my family and friends, but I'm surprised how much I'm realizing I miss Oregon itself. In my little town of three million people here, the buildings are so tall that I only get a glimpse of the sky, and when I do, it isn't the same shade of blue or even gray that we can appreciate in OR. The sky here seems almost colorless, especially in the winter, and it's beyond depressing to me. I miss mountains and being near any body of water... ocean, river or lake, I would take anything! I miss green grass and mud I can mush my feet into. I miss thick trees... for some reason all the trees I have seen here are thin and spindly-looking, and it kind of weirds me out, like this place was just born out of nowhere. I don't recall seeing a tree wider than myself yet. I miss real houses. I haven't even seen a house in the last three months! It's all apartments, apartments, apartments. I get excited if I see a patch of grass so I can run in small circles in it, but even then the grass is meager and emaciated-looking. I miss feeling like I'm breathing real, fresh air, and I miss the blackness of night in the winter at home. Here, the night sky is almost as lit up as it is in the day, with neon lights blaring at me from all sides and no curtains to hide it. (My blinds barely help.)
I miss Portland hippies. I still am a faithful one even here in Bundang, but I am alone amidst these trend-setting, smartly-dressed conformists.
I have no problem comitting to something for a year, but only if I enjoy it to a degree. My job itself is going all right, but that isn't the issue. Home, I miss you.
No comments:
Post a Comment