Back in Portland , finally . Our DC connection got cancelled , and we were given the choice of staying the night in Montreal and doing the whole thing the next day , or flying to LA and flying up to Portland the next morning . We chose Los Angeles ; movement is always the better option . When I left Portland , I was sick of the town , sick of the people , sick of the school , sick of my own decisions . Today , though , when I got off the plane , I nearly got down and kissed the ground .

OPTIONS:
(1). I no longer wanted to be there ..
(2). None of the above choices ..
(3). I wanted to go see LA ..
(4). I was sick and had to leave ..
Q: Why did I leave Portland ?
(1).