She knows how much I love seeing all the weird things out here and this was perfect.
Dawn took me to see the Troll Bridge đ
Tag: Portland
Taking time
So I realized something recently; what I truly love about Portland is a sense of ânot-doingâ I have come to accept. Not necessarily a non productive not-doing, but a sense of less rush, taking my time, observing the clouds. The realization that sometimes, itâs okay to do that.
California never really allowed too much of it, but thatâs okay. The place just moves constantly. Although I grew up there and loved the busyness of it for most of my life, I ended up truly needing to get away from that once I entered my 40âs. And yes, I have fully accepted being an old man. Get off my lawn while youâre at it.
But here in the Pacific Northwest itâs okay to watch the trees, see them turn colors in the fall. To watch the clouds just float by while sitting on a park bench; almost in a monastic sense of just being.
Itâs only been a few months since weâve lived up here but I feel like Iâm home.
But maybe not forever.
Who knows. I am beginning to wonder if one of the healthiest lessons weâve learned when we moved away is simply that we can and everything is OK. Home is what you make of it. Family and friends are who you choose to become close with. Distance from someone never changes that.
Maybe this ânot-doingâ is really just more time to reflect. Iâll take it.
Our New Place in Portland
Weâve settled into our new apartment fairly well and are really enjoying our new home. Iâm constantly in awe of how gorgeous the Pacific Northwest is and at this point Iâm starting to wonder if Dawn is getting tired of me exclaiming âwow, look at all the treesâ every time we drive anywhere.
The apartment fits us well for now and is teaching me how we really need less than we what we have. Finding places for the remaining boxes is motivating me to continue to get rid of my possessions. That said, weâre still working to put a few things away.
We recently took a few pictures to send to friend and family to show them our new home. I thought I would post a few as well to share. Please excuse the boxesâŚ
I hope you enjoy the tour of our new place!
Itâs Time to Leave
California has been good to me. I was born here and had a great childhood here. I enjoyed many years of youth soccer here, later to become a coach for my own son.
I met my wife here in California. She was also born here and grew up in the state. Though we went to different schools, she and I had similar experiences with it. We went on to get married at a restaurant that her family had a tradition of celebrating things at. It became our place to celebrate things as well. In fact, in the coming weeks, we will be having a going away party there with a number of friends; some we have known longer than weâve been married.
We had a child here in California. It has been a fantastic place to raise him so far. I think weâve been able to give him a wonderful childhood so far. The schools he has attended have been something I especially appreciate. The teachers have been amazing; able to push him further than I would expect.
Each of my loving grandparents are buried here in California. None of them were born here though, each migrated here from other places. Heck, my Great Grandfather came all the way over from Sweden. Something I think about from time to time as we do a bit of reflection in preparation for our move out of the state.
Weâve made tons of friends here in California. People I fully expect to know into my later years. Many of them werenât born here though. Come to think of it, many have moved away as well. Again, something I thought about as we worked towards our move.
Itâs time to leave our home state for a new one. Itâs time to seek new adventures and new experiences. Time to call a new place home.
Weâre moving to Portland, Oregon.
A few years ago, we went and visited some great friends that had moved there. Friends we had made here in California, back in our high school days. We really enjoyed our time there.
Then a couple years ago, we started thinking about moving away. More and more it felt like something we needed to do. It was time to grow. We considered a few places, but somehow Portland kept coming up, at least in my mind.
This past January we traveled back to Portland to see our friends (and a few others we have made over the years). We also went with a different mindset than just simply going on vacation. We chose a week in January thinking it would be questionable weather and we would have to deal with it. Of course when we arrived the sun was shining and our friends thanked us for bringing the sun with us. Figures, right?
This time, within a few minutes of being there, I knew it was somewhere I wanted to call home. As I drove along in our rented car, I looked off in the distance to see a mountain, covered by a forest, fading away into the clouds. I commented to my wife âI could look at that every day.â
Drivers were courteous, people said thank you when you opened the door for them. It just felt right.
Itâs a place Iâm looking forward to calling home.