Taking a road trip towards my favorite city and some of my favorite people. Not a road trip, a relocation. After a decade in Portland, I say goodbye – and some less choice words – to a city that never quite felt like home. And say goodbye and thank you to friends that made me feel like I could never leave because the nest was so warm and comfy (no choice words).
In the last few weeks, when people have asked me what I’ll miss about Portland, I’ve had one answer: my friends. If pushed: the music scene. Or, more accurately, the ability to walk into a show and know at least five people in the room.
I thought by now I’d have written a more profound and thorough missive about my time here, and have made you a mix that reflected the last ten years, and my growing up here, from 22 to 32.
That may or may not happen. It might be a several-disc series.
In the next seven days, I will say goodbye to friends who have seen me through pieces and chunks -or all- of the last decade, and in doing so, become family; drive a U-Haul with my cat and my closest friend in the cab; arrive in the Bay Area to squeeze my baby niece/goddaughter and drink wine with her parents; move into a new apartment in a neighborhood I’ve never seen; and start a new job.
So forgive the silence on this blog for a few weeks. I’ll be back. I’ll be out of the rain. And we’ll talk then.
Thanks for reading.