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Portland | Moving | Greed | Lifestyle
Farewell to Portland Oregon
I loved you until I didn’t
It was a fun place to live
I moved to Portland almost 18 years ago. When I arrived, I did not plan on staying because I don't stay places more than 5 to 8 years. I may stay in the same city or surrounding area, but I don't stay in the same house. BUT — I did stay put here and in one house — because I loved where I lived — a floating home on a river. I liked my neighbors, and I loved my lifestyle.
It was a fun neighborhood. Many potlucks, lots of water activities, great skiing, frequent spontaneous gatherings — especially in the summer, and so much more. Friends who lived in what we term “on the road” [i.e. no water access] left their kayaks and floating toys in our moorage and came and went with no issues.
Friends with dogs visited frequently for a swim with the dogs and people in the moorage. We sat outside, chatted for long hours — greeting each other [and the dogs] and saying good night [or goodbye] with heartfelt hugs.
I loved all this until…
I'm not sure when the until was, but for me it seemed to have happened around the same time as Portlandia was gaining popularity — but then maybe Portlandia was…
