Oregon summers are as alluring as they are persuasive. They are the answer to "why do people stay here?" The sun shines and stays out until 9 at night or later. The streets are comfortably full of people bopping along like there's a sound track in the background. Eating outside feels luxurious, wearing shorts is a privilege and everyone switches to drinking iced coffee for a couple months.
I'm home for two weeks, without Matt. This morning, as I drove down Alberta street, parked in front of my favorite bakery to meet the ever-so darling Saki Jane for brunch, I realized I missed living here. I saw people walking their bikes slowly, soaking in the rays they've been waiting 9 months for. I miss the excitement of Oregon summers and the way it redeems the city.
After we finished our delicious meals, Saki & I walked down to one of our favorite craft stores and milled about, verbally creating projects from section to section. I left with a small, paper bag filled with houndstooth washi tape Saki spoiled me with and a happy heart. I love Portland summers like I love long, leisurely breakfasts with old friends.