I never write this blog with the idea that anyone actually is listening but my computer. But I suppose that's how cyberspace works. You put it out there and it's there. This blog is that silent listener for me. It's my horrendously underpaid psychiatrist.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

I Own a Home


I was finally handed the key to my condo today. I'm finding it strange, not so much to move into a new place that is mine, but to say goodbye to my old house, my old neighborhood, to the life of being a renter, to old memories and comforts, plants I planted and visits to my usual haunts. For so long I was so focused on what was ahead that I didn't stop to think about all of the change I would undergo as I said goodbye.

I bid a fond farewell to the house and my life on 30th and Couch in Portland. It was a great 4 year run. In those four years I truly learned to love this city. I found myself here. I found myself.

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