I left Los Angeles yesterday and today woke up in a familiar space. My new, well-traveled roommates and good friends welcomed me with hugs and smiles as I groggily joined them in their morning routines. As an adult, I have never felt more comfort being in a place than today. Comfort is not something I need. But at this moment, I truly appreciate the warmth of a hot shower, the familiar face in a grocery store, the ease in which I find my way around the busy streets, and the smells of patchouli and evergreen that waft from shop windows and passersby. I do not know how long I will stay. Opportunities to move to San Francisco, Philadelphia, Copenhagen, and Berlin may arise. Yet, I am confident in these next few months, despite trips to Seattle, LA, and Oahu that will interrupt my time here, there is nowhere I would rather call home than Portland, OR.