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So. Less than two weeks until I visit Portland. Everyone I meet keeps saying how much they love the place, but I am such a small-town boy that I'm nervous. I mean, I know how most cities work: you live in a neighborhood, hopefully close to your job, and largely ignore the rest of the city, yes?
Anyway, I keep looking at some of the fringe towns outside of Portland proper: Tigard, Sherwood, places like that. And on paper, they look wonderful: nice apartments, coffeeshop lifestyle, arts, etc.
But I can't stop being a bundle of nerves. I barely slept last night. Well, part of that was the fact that it was freaking hot and we had 40 mph winds all night, so everything was howling.
So, here are the things I hope happen as a result of me moving:
1: drag my ass out of my rut
2: meet new people, including single women who don't consider "education" to be a curse word
3: Get Published...a lot
That's it, really.
Anyway, I keep looking at some of the fringe towns outside of Portland proper: Tigard, Sherwood, places like that. And on paper, they look wonderful: nice apartments, coffeeshop lifestyle, arts, etc.
But I can't stop being a bundle of nerves. I barely slept last night. Well, part of that was the fact that it was freaking hot and we had 40 mph winds all night, so everything was howling.
So, here are the things I hope happen as a result of me moving:
1: drag my ass out of my rut
2: meet new people, including single women who don't consider "education" to be a curse word
3: Get Published...a lot
That's it, really.
VioletHaze