There’s Something About Portland [Oregon]

my-moorage

10 years ago I bought a house, actually a floating home, in Portland Oregon.

At the time when I was told things would need replacing or work would need to be done in 10 years, and I thought to myself:

“Who cares, I won’t be here.”

FYI – I never stay anyplace more than seven or eight years.”

Well – here we are 10 years later and I am still in that very same house. In fact this is the longest I have stayed put in one house since I moved away from New York City – and that’s 50 years of moving!

There is obviously something about Portland that has kept me here. I had to stop and think about it and I’ve come to the conclusion it’s

my neighbors
my house
the river
the city itself
the friends I’ve made here
the love of beer wine and dogs
and lots more

And another thing I do think about as I have aged 10 years since I’ve lived here – is that I feel safe. Moorages are pretty safe, there’s people around most of the time and it’s just a friendly, neighborly situation where we all watch out for each other – so it’s a very safe place to grow old[er.]

The downside, though, of staying put for these 10 years, is that those things that I was told would need fixing – now need fixing.

When you move every seven or eight years, you don’t have to deal with a lot of repairs on houses, new appliances, or other things that might need being done. You go out and buy another house that meets your new requirements.