I’m totally a flake. I’ve lived here all my life and it’s almost something I feel compelled to do. Someone says we should hang out and I say yeah and then the day comes and I’m depressed or tired or I finally started working on my art project from last year. Sometimes it’s the only sunny day we’ve had in 3 weeks and I really need to finish fixing the porch stairs. Other times I just had to talk to too many people all week and I just don’t have anything left for people. I never really thought it was a Portland thing but I’m learning a lot about myself from all the new comers.