When I was young and bold and strong,
The right was right, the wrong was wrong.
With plume on high and flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
But now I’m old - and good and bad,
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say the world is so,
And wise is s/he who lets it go.
— Dorothy Parker
I’m moving tomorrow. I hate moving. No, I really HATE moving…. I realize, of course, that this hardly makes me unique, but moving requires a fair amount of organization, and as someone with ADD…well, let’s just say that organization is not a skill I’ve been blessed with. Ugh….
Though I’ve lived in the Portland area off and on for many years, most of my time here has been spent in the ‘burbs. Now I’m actually going to be living in Portland. For a long time, living where I have been was convenient, because it was three miles from work. Having lost that job four months ago, there’s really no reason for me to stay here. I like Tigard, but there’s not much out here. Plus, moving to Portland should help to physically (and emotionally) remove me from a situation I’ve needed to separate myself from for awhile now…and closer to one I’m trying to cultivate.
I like the idea of being more centrally located. My new abode will be a block from a light rail stop. I can take a train directly into downtown Portland, to the airport, or to a Trail Blazers game. I don’t put a lot of miles on my car, but I’m really liking the idea of being less dependent on my car. Portland’s a place that is fairly easily navigable without a car, and I’d like to take advantage of some of that. At some point, I may even get a bike. Part of me thinks I may be getting to be a bit too old to be flitting around Portland on a bike, but it’s such a common form of transport here, so why not?
Oh…and the view of Mt. Hood and Mt. St. Helens is pretty good. Yeah…ask me how much I miss Texas…. ;-)