Last night I dreamt that I was having visions of Portland, projected onto the walls as if they were windows, and I broke down crying. I don't know if I've ever cried that hard in real life.

It made me wonder if I should move back early, and go back to Portland instead of Eugene, but I know it's not a good idea. I'm subconsciously grasping at straws here, and it took an odd dream to fully realize it.

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