I am too old to not wear sunscreen anymore.
Four months ago tomorrow, we arrived in Portland exhausted, anxious, jobless, and homeless. I’ve never had a place feel like home better than this city, even on grey cloudy mornings like today. Thank you so much to everyone who’s made this life transition amazing! #portland #home #freemontbridge #pdx #bridgesofpdx #willamette #greyskies #pnw (at Broadway Bridge)
I realized today that I moved to Portland four months ago. FOUR MONTHS! Sometimes it feels like I’m still telling people I just came in from LA and other times I feel like I never really left.
Moving to Portland has been the smartest decision of my life. LA just wasn’t a good fit and I didn’t really realize that until I left it. I’m a thousand times happier here. I don’t feel a lot of the loneliness and anxiety that I felt in LA. I’ve made way more friends here than I did in three years in LA. I have work/life balance. And I’m just so in love with this city and all it has to offer.
Portland is a gorgeous city in the summer, when the sun shines on the Willamette and you can ride your bike anywhere. But sometimes I think it’s even more beautiful on drizzly grey days like today.
It’s a dark beauty that you really only understand if you grew up here. I think I missed these days more than anything in LA because we never had them. An excuse to curl up with tea and read. To get lost in a city of books or scour endless vintage shops with a cup of artisan coffee in your hand. To wear rain gear and feel impenetrable as the precipitation comes down.
I don’t feel like people are as judgmental here. They don’t care what you wear or what you do. They say hi at bus stops… They TAKE THE BUS BY CHOICE. They take pride in making you a cup of coffee you’ll really enjoy. They are ducks and beavers and vikings and proud of it. They strive to be artists but no one cares if they’re not “successful” yet because they care about you as a person. Not the car you drive or the clothes you wear or the people you know. There is almost never just a garbage can — there’s recycling and compost too. Portlanders love their compost.
A 30-minute drive takes you out of the city and into nature. Like Emerson’s idea of nature. It looks like God took Oregon into Photoshop and cranked up the saturation until it’s almost ridiculous. The air is clean. The water is tasty. People like to pick their own berries and protect their natural resources… sometimes weird natural resources like views and roadside blackberries (which as also delicious). People ride bikes. And helmets. And Blazers jerseys. They support local restaurants and shops and hiking gear.
The dream of the 90s is still alive in Portland, but isn’t that kind of wonderful?