Forest Grove, Oregon.
In case you are wondering Forest Grove is nothing like a Grove.
Have you ever missed every single place on this Earth that you have ever been? Every place except for the place that you are right now?
We deserve mountain tops and deep hidden valleys. We deserve a lake where we can sit with our almost-lover that we are too awkward to define anything with. We can cast a fishing line that will float out to the middle of the deep water along with all of our late school assignments and missed calls from mom. We deserve good food and music that doesn't quite match our current mood but it's the only thing on Spotify and we already used all of our skips for the hour.
Or maybe we don't deserve these things but it's the least this universe could do for leaving us here in this town that somebody called a grove.
We could lock this town up forever if we wanted. We could throw the key into Hells Canyon or grind it up and sprinkle it over rice so the children in Singapore could finally get some protein in their diets.
But we don't because somewhere deep inside our hearts (probably somewhere near the left ventricle) we know that this town built us, or we built it, or maybe we both just sat around while the armies of adults that gave us lunch detention and cut our sandwhiches and gave us 78% on art projects that deserved much higher built this town and us. Maybe. or maybe we are all just foxes and our minds are fleeting and this life is just a practice for us all because the eternities will be perfect.
Forest Grove is not a Grove and nobody wants it to be.
In case you are wondering Forest Grove is nothing like a Grove.
Have you ever missed every single place on this Earth that you have ever been? Every place except for the place that you are right now?
We deserve mountain tops and deep hidden valleys. We deserve a lake where we can sit with our almost-lover that we are too awkward to define anything with. We can cast a fishing line that will float out to the middle of the deep water along with all of our late school assignments and missed calls from mom. We deserve good food and music that doesn't quite match our current mood but it's the only thing on Spotify and we already used all of our skips for the hour.
Or maybe we don't deserve these things but it's the least this universe could do for leaving us here in this town that somebody called a grove.
We could lock this town up forever if we wanted. We could throw the key into Hells Canyon or grind it up and sprinkle it over rice so the children in Singapore could finally get some protein in their diets.
But we don't because somewhere deep inside our hearts (probably somewhere near the left ventricle) we know that this town built us, or we built it, or maybe we both just sat around while the armies of adults that gave us lunch detention and cut our sandwhiches and gave us 78% on art projects that deserved much higher built this town and us. Maybe. or maybe we are all just foxes and our minds are fleeting and this life is just a practice for us all because the eternities will be perfect.
Forest Grove is not a Grove and nobody wants it to be.
I get nostalgic (LIKE WHOA) for Forest Grove every now and again. It's always surprising. I worked there @ Pacific University for a couple weeks during the summers of 2007-2012. The restaurants (Grendel's, that sushi place, that thai place), the little farmer's market thing, the green green green, the slightly sketchy vibe, the granola, mmm. MAN. Happy to read your reference to it tonight. Bless ye.
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