For the first time in many, many years I am considering relocation. And a return to an urban environment.
When I left San Diego in '92 I swore I would never live in a 'city' again. Yet now I find myself intrigued by a city only slightly larger than Albuquerque. Burqué; a city I love and loathe equally.
A recent visit to Portland has done terrible things to my attitude. The circumstance of the trip (roller derby) added to the buzz, and the fact that I have family there made it more amazing. Cherished family, as opposed to the RID's* I deal with here.
On the other hand, I loathe moving. The fact I have to change houses in the next month has me in a tizzy, so imagine where my psyche will be if I decide to change states.
If this happens, I will have to sell it all, start clean. The bikes, the skates, some clothes... everything else is gone.
505
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Can I do it? Do I want to?
I'm glad it's all delusional at this point.

*republicans in denial

I is home and tired and missing the green stuff that grows everywhere in Portland. For the first time ever, returning to NM was sadness; so brown and dry. *sigh*
The championships were amazing, even though the #1 team trounced our girls fiercely. But then again, they trounced everyone.
I'd blather on, but I'm wrecked; too many late nights, too much fun. Sleep is the best idea yet.

A quick note before I disappear for the weekend...
Off to Portland for the Northwest Knockdown, looking forward to some insane roller derby action. You can find live feed and commentary on DNN, and if you can get it, MavTV will be broadcasting live.

Everyone be good, have fun, cheer loudly, and get some snuggles.

I've found the perfect house, in the perfect neighborhood...





and for the record, Phileas Fogg never traveled by balloon