Im flying back today to Portland, Oregon from LAX (ughhh, hate LAX. Everyone at every other airport is so much nicer.)
I keep saying that I'm flying home. And in my eyes I am. Portland is my home now. Which is weird. Ventura used to be such a home, and then so quickly it grew to this place that once was. Now it's just "where I grew up" and "where I went to high school."
This whole experience of me visiting Ventura has been so great, but also so strange. I've realized a lot of things now that I never had before. Strangely enough, I have gained a certain confidence. A confidence that I will be able to make it on my own. And a confidence of where I belong.
But for now, later Ventura, I'll see ya in the winter time.
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