where the division bus ends

I've become such a hermit that taking the bus to Gresham rings all my Stranger Danger bells. I think that ultimately it's healthy for me to sit next to strangers and pretend not to engage with the guy who's complaining about his wife (who's right across the aisle). I took the bus to it's last stop, deep in the heart of Gresham. I text'd my housemate whom I was meeting as soon as I crossed 92nd, 146th and again at 184th. I wanted to be sure I wasn't waiting at the transit center that long on my own. Gresham isn't a scary area and it was only 7pm but it's starkly different than Portland metro. Stranger.