this is goodbye...good bye to my home, goodbye to my friends, goodbye to my family, goodbye to the person i used to be. when i leave i wont be the same when i come back. this will no longer be my home, this will be my past, i will be happy. i will be my own woman and able to experience everything ive wanted and there will be no one to stand in my way. When i return, it will only be for a short visit and a plane ride back to my new home. Salem, Oregon I will miss you. I will miss the rain, the cold, the way it smells after freezing rain falls. Ill miss the look of the Willamette river during the winter where i sat to grieve for hours over the loss of a loved one. Ill miss the streets and the quiet little block that i once called home. Goodbye.