Only two more months until we will be house hunting in Portland! Holy crap! It's coming up fast.
We're gonna rent a house for about 6 months until we can either buy a nice funky home with character or get a bit of land and put a kit home on it.
The whole endeavor is a bit scary, but then I remember my visit and all the little details that I love so much about Portland.
I love the old concrete sidewalks, with their cracks and tufts of grass peeking through. I love the endless trees that create canopies over some of the roads. I love the old houses with creaking wood floors and warm fireplaces. I love the old brick buildings downtown and the cobblestone near Saturday Market. I love the variety of people I saw walking down Hawthorne, each with their own groove, their own walk, their own smile, and their unabashed individuality. I love the taste of ale from the cask and the warm sunset illumination of the murals in the Bagdad. I love the serenity of the quiet parks. I love the reverence and love found in the Vietnam Memorial. I love the impromptu conversations with funky shopkeepers. I love the insane homeless guys that yell crazy shit at each other downtown. I love the plethora of bumperstickers everywhere. I love the endless bookstores and the literary gems they hide. I love the fact that most places I go to eat has a beer selection that isn't insulting. I love the straightforwardness of communication with most people. I love that I can actually be in traffic for 5 minutes without seeing a Jesus fish on a car. I love the fact that, while in line for almost anything, people will actually talk to each other and the conversation is often actually interesting. I love the view of Mt. Hood in the distance. I love that I can drive to the beach in just a couple of hours. I love that weird is normal in Portland. I love that I can go to a theatre and have beer and pizza, and enjoy a movie with others doing the same, who aren't afraid to laugh from the gut, making it feel like everyone's hanging out in someone's living room having a good time. I love that I'll be there again in a couple of months.
I've missed you Portland, though I knew you for only a few days. I'm coming home.