In NE Asia, missing SE Portland

The warm weather is making me homesick for spring and summer activities of yore. I miss eating lunches in the quad, jumping the fence of the rhodie garden at night, walking under the cherry blossoms in Eliot circle, seeing the cuttings I planted all winter come to life in the canyon, playing bachi ball with rocks in Berkeley park, walking to the fruit stand, hanging out on the front lawn, picking blackberries in the stream of Johnson Tidewater park, etc. Most of all, I miss the people with whom I used to do those things.