well there is—for me, at least. I pretty much grew up in Hawaii. Now, most people think white Christmas; I don’t—I think wet Christmas. Now, this is the part when there joins here. In Eastern Oregon we do not have an ocean, but i can tell you what we do have: rain. and i love it. I recognize rain. i remember rain. I think it’s because of the rain I feel like it’s still December—instead of practically February.
Don’t get me wrong; I like snow—it’s not my favorite (i mean after warm beaches who can say “nah, I prefer ice to this mess”?) but I still like it. I think I just prefer rain. It’s closer to familiar. Oregon is really starting to grow on me. It’s got its own kind of pretty. There have even been days when I’ve walked outside and said “It’s a really nice day today.” (And then my mom calls to complain about how hot Hawaii is…thanks, Mom) :P
The truth is, as much as I miss Hawaii, and as much as I miss the ocean,
I’m home wherever Jake is. :D
Here’s a shot of the pretty rain of Oregon that makes me feel so at home:
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