I cannot even tell you how many times I have seen the sun illuminate Forest Park and the St. John’s Bridge as it took its descent for the night.
But those days are coming to an end. As I walked out of my final undergraduate lecture, the culmination of 4 years of sitting in classrooms, taking notes, scrolling through pinterest….you get the picture, the finality of it is starting to hit me. But am I getting nostalgic? Not really. Portland is just another chapter, a good one! But just another chapter.
The Portland Waltz ends, we both offer a bow and take our leave. Such is the dance, and such is life. Goodnight, Portland.