I don’t think I ever mentioned here that we were moving to Portland, Oregon because it was something I was so excited about that I was half afraid it might never happen. Also it was something we just decided on one day last fall while we were hiking; even when we had the moving pods scheduled to come and the house cleaned out and packed up it still didn’t seem real.
We decided to move out west sometime last year when we realized that Nashville wasn’t the place for us. It’s not a bad city at all; I think I would have liked living there a lot more years before it became the “cool” city to live in. I liked it when it was still gritty and full of character, before it became over-hyped and over-instagrammed. To be fair I think we’ve changed a lot over the last few years too, and we’re just into different things now (right now mostly hiking and running and cooking vegan food), and after hiking at the city’s best park and eating at one of the few vegetarian spots for the hundredth time, we knew it was time to leave.
So last month we drove across the country and moved to Portland. We stayed with friends until we found a house to rent, and spent the first week going on mountain hikes, searching Craigslist for rentals (which is not fun right now—especially glad it’s over) and eating at a few of the crazy amount of vegan restaurants around town. I’ll have to do a post about the food here because I still can’t get over how good it is and how there are so many vegan cafes and food carts and bars and bakeries around here that we’ll probably never be able to hit them all.
Our friend Bobby (I think his codename on this blog was always Lightfoot) moved to Portland from Atlanta years ago, and when we got to town he showed us some hikes on the way to the Columbia River Gorge. So far we’ve seen lots of waterfalls and mountains and a few bald eagles. Last weekend Drew and I went out to the coast and hiked up a mountain and then had lunch on the beach. Our weekends are pretty different now.