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Portland Part Two: "When in Rome..."

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September 28, 2016 Dear Jane, You will not find me complaining, but I am truly in awe that we already find ourselves at the end of September. Whilst we were in the midst of Summer, Autumn always seemed so far away but with the cool mornings, blowing leaves and pumpkin spice lattes (another modern marvel), I am ready to believe that it has finally arrived at last! In truth, this has made me quite giddy as I am a great lover of "sweater weather." Perhaps in your time it would have been called "Spencer Weather?" Oh, how I chuckle just thinking of Elizabeth Bennet saying, "How I love Spencer Weather, Jane! It is a most wonderful time of year." Amanda Forker modeling "Sweater Weather." Elizabeth Bennet modeling "Spencer Weather."             VS. Now, if I recall correctly, I promised to write you a "Part Two" letter with more particulars about my adventures in Portland with Darcie (Roommate Darcie NO...

"...And they are much to be pitied...who have not been given a taste for Nature in early life. "

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September 10, 2016 Dear Jane, I must confess that the thought of writing you a letter which perfectly conveys through words not only my adventures in Portland, Oregon, but also my time since returning is quite daunting. In fact, I have even been coming up with every excuse not to do so! For some nameless reason (perhaps laziness?), I detest having to write detailed accounts of events in my life (which may come as a surprise since I have been writing letters to you since the Year of Our Lord, Two-Thousand and Thirteen), but that is precisely why I must force myself to follow through and write them. After all, you know as well as anyone that if I do not record these memories there is little chance of my remembering them in the years or even days to come. Happily, once I begin writing I soon realize that the dread was all in the anticipation and not in the actual act of writing...for the most part. Now, I shall do my utmost to provide a diverting and detailed account of my de...