After a three day journey we are finally in Portland!
We survived three entire days in the car together, a hotel that smelled like llama, countless single packs of cheese-its, apple sauce, and dried fruit, one violent tire blow out on a busy freeway and an unintended overnight stop until Discount Tire opened in the morning, and about five laptop viewing of The Lego Movie.
Our last night in Phoenix I went out for sushi with Kristen, then she came over to sit in my empty house one last time and reminisce. After she left David and I did one last walk through the house and I gave it a big hug. We moved in a pregnant 22 year old and man who didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life. We’re leaving as a mother of 2 (4 if you count the dogs) and a biomedical engineer… this house had been very good to us during very important years of our lives.
I sat on the front ledge for a few minutes and started crying. Why, I thought, why are we leaving? Why are we leaving a home that we adore, in a place where we have so many amazing friends, such a wonderful community, a church we love… why? Why are we going?
I felt like I should have thought something profound and meaningful like “Because it’s time.” or “Because we’re ready.” or “Because this is the right thing for us.”
But instead the only thing I could think was, Because it’s so. fucking. hot.
Yep. That’s pretty much it.
So hello Portland. We’re glad to be here and we’re very excited about all the amazing things you have to offer… especially the fact that right now, at the end of July, the high for the ENTIRE WEEK is 90 degrees. Because I can totally do 90 degrees.