15 Days of Portland
Only fifteen more days to go…
I feel like we just got here. I remember the day I first laid eyes on Portland as clearly as if it were yesterday. On that day of our arrival, this place felt like a completely different city than the one I’m currently in, as if the map transformed itself, East and West becoming North and South, but even then, I knew I had arrived at something special.
There is an intangible magic in experiencing a place for the first time. It’s a magic that will never be repeated, but rather exchanged for another type of enchantment over time. I loved this place from the moment I stepped into it, and that love has only grown with familiarity. After two years, this city was just becoming my home. I began to feel a sense of pride in its growth, a sense of ownership in its culture.
But now, I only have fifteen days left to appreciate it all.
I look forward to having a fresh new adventure in San Francisco, but in celebration of these last remaining days in this city, I’m going to share some of my favorite things about Portland beginning tomorrow.
