Saying Goodbye To Portland

Strange post title. Makes it sound like I'm leaving W+K and Oregon. I'm definitely not. I'm just saying goodbye to living in Portland. This dawned on me as I looked out my apartment window as the sun was setting on a quiet and peaceful Sunday.

Three days from now I'll be out of The Wyatt, out of the Pearl District, and living for a week with a friend from Gates who lives near Beaverton. Then our family will be living in Sherwood, a suburb 30 minutes south of Portland. 

I decided I'd better get outside and walk around the neighborhood, as my time is running out.

I walked over to the Fields Park, a park I looked at often from my apartment. Just this morning there was a huge group Yoga class. At least 100 people. It was cool to see them all move around in unison.

I have those indescribable feelings you get when things are changing. That feeling of wanting time to just stand still a minute. I felt like this time would never come, I've wanted my family here so bad. Now I can't believe this time has come. I'll miss this apartment and its free cable and washer and dryer, but I'll be so much happier with my family. I never want to be apart from them for this long again.

Here are some random shots from my last Sunday in the Pearl. I really should have taken a photo of Portland's first doggie gym, just to prove that such a thing exists.