Two Years in Portland
Posted in Bicycling, Life, Portland on April 23rd, 2009 3 Comments »
Agent and I moved to Portland almost exactly two years ago, not really knowing what to expect. I had a job all lined up but we didn’t have anywhere to live. We did our best to feel out the neighborhoods as quickly as possible and find a house to rent. We were living in a hotel for a few weeks before anything panned out, and then we found ourselves living in the Alberta Arts District.
I’m so glad we found our first house in the NE. Exploring other areas just further solidifies the fact that this is the neighborhood for me. There’s less traffic and more hippies, tons of queers, lots of diversity, and plenty of coffee and excellent restaurants. We’re close to everything we like, downtown, Broadway, Mississippi, Alberta. We easily hop on our bikes and jump on the “bicycle freeway” (Vancouver / Williams) and we’re on our way anywhere we want.
I love bike riding in Portland. I know that everybody says so, but I’ll gladly add my voice to the roar: riding my bicycle in Portland is the funnest. Seriously. There are mass bike lanes and residential streets. The terrain is super flat, so I’m barely ever out of breath. There are tons of fun neighborhoods to ride to, even just to ride around in and head somewhere else. And I never feel alone, there is always a pack of riders around me, making me feel extra safe and secure.
I love my job. And my house. These were the two reasons we moved to Portland in the first place: I was going to have an awesome job and we were going to buy an awesome house. Both of these things came true for us here and I’m really happy about that. Have you seen our house? It’s like a dream come true every day that I go home. I get to love my job all day and the people I work with and the stuff I work on (mostly) and then I get in my truck (or jump on my bike) and head home to my cute house. Sometimes it’s really easy to love my life. I really like it when that happens.
Portland is awesome because there is art here, and culture, and secrets you learn about only after you’ve been here a little while. Everyone is so nice, like REALLY nice, and they want to help you with whatever you need. There are always things to do and it’s fun and when the weather is good, this place shines like pure gold.
The winter is definitely hard, and if you’ve never lived in the Northwest, I can imagine that it would be especially difficult. I almost lost it this year about a month ago, with the constant gray and rain and dreariness surrounding everything all the time. It gets me down, even when I know the cause, I can’t help it.
Spring just happened to Portland last week. Flowers burst open and trees grew their leaves back. The sun came out, too. Things are finally back to normal. Portland is back to being the city I love.





