***
Oregon annoyed me because I didn’t hate it.
I wanted Oregon to confirm every reason I had for saying no.
Instead, I liked the neighborhoods, the parks, even the bakery near our hotel.
Then I changed my mind.
And that scared me more than I expected.
Because if I liked it too, then Oregon wasn’t the problem.
The way Ben had chosen it without me was.
Ben caught me watching families cross the street with strollers and soccer bags.
“You like it.”