Let me say that the reports are true, getting around in Portland via public transit (even without a bike, as I am now) is a piece of cake. I've got my Tri*Met pass, I'm good to go. Now, when I first got here, I realized that all of the back-and-forth and shopping and what-not was... Continue Reading →
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 →
We've been very busy during the last month: taking a vacation in Canada, getting Sophia settled in at university, and getting Thomas' senior year of high school underway. All of this has been in addition to preparations for my departure for the west coast. I have been edgy, contemplative, not really myself. I realize that... Continue Reading →
When we started this blog, my husband and I asserted that our plan was to move to Colorado when the kids are all finished in high school. We came to that decision based on a number of factors; my desire for a long growing season for my garden, Tim's inability to handle temperatures over 80... Continue Reading →
As the summary of this blog states: in this family, nothing ever goes according to plan. Such is the case again today, as we have not so much been thrown a curve ball as a knuckle-ball, and it's right in our groove. If you've been following along, my contract got cut short last month, and... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 