Santa Cruz is one of those towns that gets better the more time you spend here. Last night I went for a walk downtown and was immediately enraged by a pack of young bros yelling at the top of their lungs, "Lick pussy! Liiiick pusseeee!" I wanted to get right back in the car and return to Portland. But today has reminded me why I also love it here. Farmers market in the morning with my Dad, a visit with my Grandma and Aunt, a hike in the woods, coffee with Quentin, trailer fixed by Josh, dogs to the beach, and now upstairs in the apartment to look through a magazine and write in my journal. I hear Piglet quacking in the yard below my window.