When I decided to leave California and then moved to Oregon, it began a long string of questions from every person I talked to. Why are you moving? Why did you move? For work? For a guy?
The guy was everyone's favorite assumption. No way any sane girl would quit her job and move to a new state for any reason other than a guy.
Of course it must be a guy! Of course!
No one can conceive that anyone would simply move because they just want to move.
That would be insane.
And, well, we all know my sanity is questionable at times.
But I think a move for my own reasons is perfectly reasonable. Why the hell not?
I moved for me. I moved because I wanted to be someone else. Because I was looking for a change. Because I wanted the things this new place would offer.
I moved to escape the heat, the smog, did I mention the heat? I moved to escape the confines of Southern California (which, don't get me wrong, I'm homesick for), the culture, the cities, the towns. I needed more.
So at the end of the day, I guess I did move to Portland for love. I moved for the love of the city. Cheesy as it may be, 'tis true. I love this city. It makes me happy. Not every day, but isn't that love is about anyway?
Portland wasn't so sure about me at first. She sent me some harsh times, friendship drama, a stalker, cat cancer. But I think the Port Land, she finally warmed up to me. Now we're in lurve. I even put a bird on it.
Don't be jealous. Not everyone's city can be this cool.
|She's so pretty