It appears that my husband and I, in spite of our careful planning and his near obsessive attention to detail, have overlooked one of the factors of our move to Portland. All of our discussions and hand-wringing about finances (which are difficult) and logistics (not quite as complex as we'd thought) and emotional strength (surprisingly... Continue Reading →
Empty
My brother generously donated a half shit-ton of frequent flyer miles, and brought my baby to me. Right now she's on the plane back to Chicago. She loves the apartment, especially the kitchen, and the view. We're convinced that when she comes for good next year, we'll stay in this location but get a bigger... Continue Reading →
Why Here, Why Now?
Me moving to Portland has come as a shock to some people, and that's understandable. Boom, guess what, Tim's moved 1800 miles away. More than a couple of people have done a pretty good head-spin/bug-eyes move upon hearing this news. We've lived in the Midwest our entire adult lives; we've lived in Chicagoland the last... Continue Reading →
Things I Have Learned in Portland
Things I have learned in Portland. (First in an occasional series.) Most of the cool places that you want to go only accept cash. If it has a door that customers can walk through and a sign that isn't written in permanent marker, they probably accept credit cards. But be armed with cash at all... Continue Reading →
Departures
Earlier today, I put my husband on a plane bound for Portland, Oregon. This is the first leg of our year-long westward journey, the most protracted move this side of a wagon train. I can't believe I actually let him go. He's starting a new job on Monday--MONDAY! it's crazy. Everything's upside down. On Monday... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 