Mixed emotions

I'm happy to say that my cute, independent, Portland-city sis arrived this morning! I'm so happy to see her; it's been at least 6 months! I haven't seen her since before she moved out of C-town! Time flies by us, so it feels just like old times once we get together. She really doesn't like the city I live in, and I'm sure she'll be happy to get back to her life when the end of her visit rolls around, but it's really nice to hang out with her while she's here.

Strange world!

I'm starting to wonder if I really don't like living in the city. I can never make my mind up. I get bored everywhere I go. So the reason I'm "down" on the city is because I have to ride the bus, and I'm unhappy that I am forced to experience the city in this way. When I moved here, I was so excited to just breathe in the dirty, rotten, polluted air; ride the dirty, stinky lightrail (by choice at the time); and watch the weirdos and dirty bums stagger around this lovely place we call a city. I wanted it all! I couldn't wait to leave the country of boring days and even more boring nights. SCRREEECCCHHH!!! And that's where the fun ends...and real life begins. There's nothing like waiting for a bus and being surrounded by grey-bearded homeless men, all the while they are yelling at you for not giving the money, then staring at you with a look that could quite possibly mean "kill". Well, I lived through it thanks to the kindness of a lady that was parking near a car lot and she waited with me until the bus arrived. As The Doors once said, "People are strange, when you're a stranger". In this case, I hope to stay a stranger to those guys, because no matter how friendly I am, they will always be strange.