I know I have written about our whole dilemma whether to move or not quite a few times on here. We are still in great debate about it. More so, we seem to be split 50:50 in our opinions about whether to move to the Midwest or stay here in Portland. For many of you from the pacific NW, the answer would seem obvious and the question almost comical. Most people who live in the Pacific NW feel it is one of the most live-able places. And we do to. It is just we have this gut feeling, deep inside that something is missing…and that something is closeness to family. Now, I know we could make it work out here. We would just have to travel a bit more back home to visit and our family would have to mount up and get out here more often then they do. We could do that and maybe it would work out well. Or maybe it would get quite expensive in all the money spent traveling to these places, and we would hardly have time or money for “fun” vacations because most of our time would be spent traveling back there. Also, spending time with people for 1 week here and there is great–but that doesn’t compare to a grandparent being able to stop by after work to watch your child’s baseball game–or attend the dance recital. Or to be there easily on many of their birthdays, or to see them learn to ride a bike, or just to be able to eat Sunday dinner together. You cannot recreate those moments in quick week long vacations. It is just too hectic. I am not saying isn’t good–just not the same.
The problem is we LOVE Portland. And I mean love it. We love the city, the recreation, the people, even the rain. It is truly one of the best places to live in our minds and it would be VERY hard to say good-bye to this place that means so much to us. It would also be hard to say good-bye to some of the best people in my life. Friends that I adore and enjoy spending time with. Friends who have been there with us since we were 18 yrs old and have watched us grow and mature. We have been there for one another and saying goodbye to that would be very hard.
However, at some point we all have to move on. People get called to new places and things for various reasons: Love, jobs, divorce, money, lifestyle etc. We all have to say good-bye sometimes to things that mean a lot to us. It is called change and to me change is an important thing. If nothing ever changed, then life would be boring. Things would just be predictable and the same. Change challenges you and helps you develop depth as a person. The thing about change is it usually isn’t easy. It is always easier to chose not to change rather then to leap into change. Some people avoid change at all costs and run from it their entire lives. I do not wish do that. I don’t want to be afraid of change and I do not want to be afraid of making a mistakes. Life takes risks and you never know if you will succeed until you try. Maybe all this is just a bunch of cliches. If so, whatever……it what I believe.
I am proud of the life I have lived thus far. I have taken some risks and so far haven’t made too many mistakes. I have left the comforts of my hometown and tried new places. I am sure there are many people out there that have lived far more extravagant lives and been to much more exotic places than I. However, I am thankful for the experiences I have had.
I am thankful for the years I spent in Missoula, a small college town in the rockies. I have many fond memories of that place, and when I left it was hard to do–but change was needed. I met some of my best friends there. I remember the “oval” on campus in the fall; full of students reading or napping in the sun or playing frisbee. I will never forget the cold wind whipping through hellgate canyon, or the way Mount Jumbo looked when the sun was setting. I used to love taking long walks with my dog Luna up in Paytee Canyon and I can still remember the way a ponderosa pine smells on a hot summer day. I will always remember the way the mountains looked with the first snowfall of the year and the child like quality adults took on when it happened. I am thankful for the all the mornings spent being lazy with friends, nursing a powerful hang-over ( we all need a good hangover from time to time). Or better yet, waking early and driving up to the mountain with coffee and bagel in hand for a full day of skiing. I will never forget meeting my husband there and the fun we had early on in our relationship. And I’ll always remember the day I packed up my car and moved out of town, having completed that chapter in my life.
As for Portland the things I will miss if we leave will be: the way the earth smells after a good rain. The way the city comes alive on that first spring day with sunshine. The road trips to the beach with friends, the fish and chips and brew pubs. I’ll miss driving in the Columbia Gorge, one of the most beautiful drives I have ever been on ( next to Glacier National Park). I’ll miss forest park and the Willemette River. I’ll miss walking around in the mist and fog with a cup of coffee in hand. I’ll miss the “greenness” in both the scenery and the people. I’ll always remember the trips to the mountain snowboarding and to Smith Rock to go rock climbing. I’ll miss walking down to Butch’s house and going out to breakfast on Sundays. Most of all I will miss my friends.
All of these memories are important to me and have helped shape me into who I am today. I will never forget the way these places feel or smell and what they mean to me. And while it all sounds so sad to be missing these things, it really doesn’t have to be sad. It is more just a part of life. It is apart of growing up. I guess our big debate has been –what is more important?–the place in which you live or the people in it?? I think we are lucky in that we have such a great family that we enjoy being with and want to be apart of our daughters life. To me, that is priceless. You cannot buy a luxury like that. You are blessed with it. Not everyone has what we have and we are very lucky. At some point you have to stop and ask yourself–what is best for my kids? Not just what do I want, or what matters just to me–but what kind of life do I want for them? Do they care about all my friends or will they care more about being near their grandparents and aunts/uncles. Will it mean more to them to be able to live in a cool city that mom and dad picked, or to grow up with a strong supportive family?