Hey, it’s me. The lady whose between houses, states and states of mind. Yeah, I’ve been a bit MIA lately.
The past two weeks have been spent in so many directions – a huge one being finding a tenant for our home. (Aside: If ever I doubted that I’ve reached adulthood, I am now finally convinced. Being a landlord has earned me total adulthood status.) Thankfully, we found a wonderful family of three to make our house their home. Whew! What a load off! They move in January 1st and the house is nearly ready for them. Well, truthfully it’s still in a very deconstructed (albeit painted) state.
We’ve been moving at full throttle for the past few weeks, which has been an unintentional distraction for me. I haven’t thought much about what I am actually working towards – a big change.
A big change into a set of unknowns. I have a vague idea of how it will look in a month – we’ll be living in downtown Portland temporarily while we look for a permanent place to establish some roots. I won’t leave the apartment without engaging my “good vibe/potential friend” radar. The Steel to Hawthorn Bridge Loop will be playing on repeat day after day. The Bodenettes and I will explore the ins and outs of everything. I will adjust my definition of rain. And I may even develop a taste for Stumptown. The newness will feel exciting and refreshing.
But, three months down the line is harder to picture. What will it all be like then?
Will I prefer craft beer? Will I drive an Outback? Will I beam with PNW pride and come to expect Northwest Nice? Will I feel at home?
We don’t leave for a week and a half, so I’ve reached the hurry-up-and-wait part of the program. The work is (nearly) done and it’s time relax and enjoy my family and friends here in sunny, familiar, beloved California. And as I start to slow down enough to listen to my own thoughts, I feel excited. I’ll keep saying that over and over. Because it’s true… and because I want it to remain true. This adventure is meant for us – I know it. So, I am excited (there I go again).
But, I am also nervous, anxious and unsure. And a piece of me wants to take the shortcut and bypass all the uncertainty, new friend dates and fake-it-till-you-make-it days. I want to arrive in the deeply rooted, safe, familiar place of home. But, the adventure is in the unknown and the effort. I look forward to all that I will learn and to the experience of growing new roots with my family.
So, I will just stop my schizophrenic rant and leave you with, I am excited.
Portland dwellers and/or lovers: I would love to hear what you love about Portland. Neighborhoods, food, sights, people, etc. Get the recommendations going! Please!