Yesterday, my wife and I wrote a check for the first month's rent at our new apartment. After over two weeks of struggling to find a place to live that accommodated all the necessities we desire in a domicile, we finally found a great place on the corner of 15th and Hawthorne Blvd. Best yet? They take dogs.
So life returns slowly to normal. I signed up for classes at PSU yesterday morning where I plan to work on my degree. Lupe is back to full swing work, pulling a weekend show as well as a massive order for a big-time client. I worked the 50% off sale at Excalibur this weekend and have the aching back to prove it. We picked up boxes from my mom's house yesterday, sent from various locales across the globe. We ate at the food carts on 12th St with friends the other day. I still get my coffee from the same place I always have.
This is what passes for "real life" right now. I'm excited to move into our new place and look forward to getting a new kind of living underway: a life filled with friends and dinner parties and getting out to see the parts of Portland I've missed most. Maybe even see some parts I've been remiss in seeing. That'll be my saving grace, I think: the world I've yet to discover right here at home. There is so much this city has to keep you busy if you are brave enough to go out there and touch it. I've become more complacent about Portland in my last few years. This is something I need to rectify immediately. The anxiousness that comes with the 'hurry-up-and-wait" is hard to bear though. I feel like there is so much living I want to do but I'm stuck in a holding pattern while we figure out just how, exactly, we are going to do it. Luckily, I think that the new apartment is the first step of many that will get me back on the streets, soaking it in.
Spring is upon us. In Portland, that means sunshowers and cherry blossoms, Americanos and Powell's, hoodies and jeans. It means a rebirth in every sense of the word; my life starting over.
Here we go.
-d@n
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