Showing posts with label relocation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relocation. Show all posts

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Portland to a Pittsburgher

Here I am in Portland.  I'm still trying to figure out whether I'm a fugitive or a refugee.  Sometimes it feels like one, sometimes the other.  I ran away from everything and everyone I knew...but then again everything here is so nice I feel like maybe I ESCAPED....

New Living Room. New Sneakers.  Had to buy something comfy to walk in.  They're for skateboarding.  Good to know, I guess but its not like running shoes would be any less poser-y since I don't run either.

Its the same country though...what could be different? Many, many things.

It rains here. Shocking, I know.  One should expect these things when moving to a subtropical rainforest.  Its been raining since I arrived.  My Pittsburgh connections tell me that its been raining nonstop for a week there, too.  But I know its not raining like this.  Every hour or two the sky opens up, raining so hard I always expect it to flood.  It certainly would flood if it rained that hard in Pittsburgh.  When it stops raining, the streets are dry within fifteen minutes.  Where does it all go?

My first answer to that question would be "inside trees".  The trees here are so large, even in the city they cover the sidewalk with shade(that is, if it were ever sunny, of course).  I remember walking down bare sidewalks in the Pittsburgh summer praying for a tree.  That will never happen here.  A canopy stretches up and over you nearly everywhere you go.  A layer of moss covers everything.  Trunks, walls, random other things.

Your Typical Oregon Retaining Wall.

The very next thing you might notice upon arrival (if you were painfully, painfully allergic to dairy) is that non-dairy options are everywhere. In fact, options are everywhere. Meat-free.  You can get vegan anything anywhere. There's a vegan-only food cart.  A gluten-free one.  Coconut milk ice cream.  Gluten-free beer!  There are other fun food options such as an Asian soup-bar where you order broth, grab up some raw meat or veggies from a bar and cook yourself a soup right there in the restaurant.  Another place had elk burgers.  A cucumber (instead of a lemon) came in my water at the Lebanese restaurant.

Why so many options?  Because everyone likes to eat, and everyone is so nice.  Happy.  Smiling. Takin' it eeeeasy.  They want to give you things and talk to you.  Someone, perhaps Chuck Palahnuik (but maybe not), said something about this being the "serial killer capital of the world".  It definitely has that serial killer-y feeling.  Maybe its just because I'm not used to it, but people being nice to me always feels wrong.  Also I think there are a lot of serial killers here.

Its the second highest "year round" waterfall in the USA.  Sounds impressive until you see the difference between it and the first one (Yosemite Falls).  Raining SO hard I only could snap 2 pictures at the risk of damaging my camera.

Things to do abound.  A two hour trip yesterday involved going to Multnomah Falls.  This week we are driving to the Oregon Coast.   But I miss each and every one of you.  For real.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Final Countdown: Packing the Cube and Saying Goodbye!

Yesterday our Relocube came.  Its like Pods, but less famous and about 1/3 the price.  I can't say if its as good until I see all my stuff in once piece on the other side of the country, but I do know that if they screw it up or lose our cube, we get 7,000 dollars which is far more than anything in there is worth.

Our cube.


Zach's brother came to help us load the cube.  He was good at both lifting and real-life tetris.

 Saying goodbye to old pals isn't always easy...especially if they don't have e-mail.  Hermes is an old friend who is always there when we need him. 

Monday, March 22, 2010

Packing, Cooking and Failing

Ugh, lately it just seems like everything I try to start knitting just ends up a failure.  I've tried to begin at least 2 shrugs to wear with spring dresses but I am so bad at lace for some reason that neither one is working very well.  My $5 in Paris is about to hop off to the frog pond.  Its nowhere near what I like in a sweater.  I think I'm just going to stop for a while and maybe when i'm ready again, I can continue on with my afghan.  Maybe I have much too much on my plate right now.

We began packing in earnest last weekend.  The decorations in our bedroom have come down and into boxes.  We're staring early so we can go s-l-o-w-l-y, deciding which of our beloved belongings are coming to Oregon, which are going to Goodwill and which can be safely thrown away.  Its not always an easy decision.  Do I take my favorite lotions and comfy old pajamas with holes, or do I simply expect that I will get new ones on the west coast?  Next week our chairs go to friends, and we stop off at Goodwill to unload our THIRD car full of still-slightly-usable crap.

I haven't been taking many pictures of my cooking lately.  I've been eating a lot of salads, and those don't make for interesting pictures, really.  Today, I found a really nice recipe for a simple baked and breaded fish.  Its easy and takes only a few ingredients that most people probably have around.  Its great for Lenten meals or Good Friday.   It tasted fantastic, it just didn't LOOK that interesting.  Save a squirt of lemon juice for the finished fish.


I finished  "Fugitives and Refugees" by Chuck Palahniuk (Copyright 2003, Crown Journeys) today.  It reminded me very much of the episode of "No Reservations" where Tony Bourdain visits Portland and has Chuck Palahniuk take him to all the best local places.  (I'm a huge fan of the show, and i've seen most of the episodes more than once.)  Most interesting to me were the "Postcards" sandwiched in between chapters.  They are interesting autobiographical stories about the author, they will easily remind you that your life might never be as intersting as his, but they will make you laugh just the same.  Some of them make me glad I'm boring...but eating a lady's fur coat at Laser Floyd is enough to make anyone howl.  The later chapters get a bit boring, especially those about the antique trains and cars, which i'm just not interested in.  I skimmed them, but I doubt I'd ever visit them personally.

Tomorrow is my party at Hillman Library.  I plan on stopping by the [other] library for another Portland guide, or one of the other suggested readings (I'm thinking "Geek Love", mentioned several times in Portland guides).  I know its crazy to think that reading these books will prepare me for moving to a city I've never been to, but with 53 days left until the move, its all I have.