Portland, so far.

It’s been over a week since moving back to Portland and I thought by now I’d have missed a thing or two about SF, but honestly I can’t say that I have. Sure, I miss people that I love and have grown attached to but have I missed things...? Not so much.

I want to say that I even miss Philz coffee but hey, I’m in Portland. You can’t swing a cat without hitting a roaster or two in your general vicinity. Maybe I miss the fog. No, I have real seasons up here. I see the temp guage really drop, the rain really fall and I see the seasons as they should be (imho).

I have to say that I already feel so much more at home. Maybe it’s because I know some of the streets and neighborhoods? Maybe it’s because I’m comforted by friends I’ve known awhile? Or maybe it’s because things just happen here. Naturally. SF to me seems forced. Urgent. Everything there is done with extreme urgency. For those of us who don’t party, don’t drink (much), aren’t into this or that scene SF can be tiring. Exhausting even.

Portland has been great. The weather has been cold, been rainy but it feels good. Already found a knitting group, stocked up my pantry and started to get back in a groove with friends. Even started shopping for a bike!

I’m happy that I finally have the space to spread out a bit, and allow myself time to breathe. It’s been a huge change, a painful one, but one I don’t regret even for a second.

To those SF folks who said I’d miss it and I’d want to come back: I can’t say that you’re right, not at all.