I know, I know. Things have been a bit—shall we say—cobwebby around here.
I don’t have any particular excuse, rather, I’ve been focusing my energy on things other than you, my dear crafty readers.
And what, pray tell, have I been doing?
I’ve been working a lot, keeping busy with freelance writing clients and a few shifts a week at the restaurant. I’ve been sewing some, though nothing bikey. I made an amazing coat, which I’ll blog more about later. And I’ve been packing.
Folks—I’m headed to the dark side, that fabled flat land of bicycles, hipsters, and beer. That place that we Seattleites like to make fun of relentlessly (but only because we’re so jealous).
I can barely even manage to type this.
You guys, I’m moving to Portland.
(Raise your hand if you thought I was going to say I was pregnant, Dad.)
Rob’s job is taking us south of the Columbia, and my job—freelance writing—can be done from anywhere. We’ve been working at this for a while, and it really couldn’t have come at a better time. I quit my day job in June, and after almost six months of supplementing my freelance income with waiting tables, I’m finally making enough to work from home (or from the passenger seat of a Redline van) full time.
We’ve both lived in Seattle for about twelve years, and although I think of it as home, I’m excited to discover someplace new. And hey, Seattle friends, this is way better than when I moved to Venezuela, or Peru, or Coeur d’Alene. Portland’s so close!
Over the next few weeks I’ll be blogging about some of my favorite Seattle spots. I know it’s hardly goodbye for good, but I’ll miss this city nonetheless.
I’m sure I’ll find something bikey to blog about there—I mean, Portland is hardly a cycling mecca, but I’m sure if I try hard I can find all the Seattle amenities I’m used to: train tracks, swerving semis, and bike lanes with glass swept into them. Rob says our new apartment is only a block away from not only a bike greenway, but also a bike lane that’s the size of a car lane. I’m not entirely sure I believe him—whyever would cyclists need more than just a sharrow or two? It astounds the intelligent mind.
So, sound off, blog-reading friends, I need some advice:
1) What should be on my Seattle bucket list for my last weeks here?
2) What are the first things I should see and do when I get to PDX?
3) Who has the best beer—Seattle, or its hipster little sister to the south?
4) And, most importantly: Is there any good mole in Portland? Where can I find it?