the joy of suburbs

I've been going out to Hillsboro, a hideous suburb, quite regularly recently. The male A lives out there. [His employer is located there.] So I trimet myself there frequently. It takes about an hour and a half. I get a lot of reading done on the max and buses.

And then I arrive in a wasteland. There is nothing in Hillsboro. There are many many apartments and a tiny pretend airport. There is one of those malls that tries to look like a city street - all of the stores open to streets that weave through the mall. I hate those kind of malls even more than the regular kind. They make no sense in a rainy place.

I have only seen one non-chain store in the whole town. Gross.

A doesn't like Hillsboro. If he did, I might have to stop liking him.