Portland: you are my port and my land. Your fluidity of art, greenery, and breweries make me want to never leave. All I want to do is stop, stare, and sip. Your clean, crisp air makes me feel like I am going to breathe forever. You’ve always called me, and I was reluctant to answer, but now I know the true meaning of “The Pearl District”, of which I have finally step foot on. This is more than love at first sight. You make this vagabond feel at home. Could you be the future home to a residency of mine? Spring has yet to spring, but you make me feel reborn with your vast amounts of redwoods, cherry blossoms, and Victorian-like homes. So artsy and full of life, I am doing nothing but smiling. Portland: you make me wanna never leave for you are my port and my land.