I miss you, Portland. Your Stumptown coffee. Your VooDoo Donuts. Your food carts on SW 10th Avenue. (I swear this isn't just about food and drink.) Your Laurelhurst Park, Forest Park, all those parks. Your crisp, fallen leaves. Your cold, foggy mornings. Your drizzle and downpour. Your clean, paved streets. Your logic and order.
I miss having clean feet. You don't have that here. Ever.
BUT . . . there are so, so many.