So… One year down, estimate years left. This “blog” was started as “a sort of post-travel narrative, a chronicle of the after college, after relocation life of one displaced New Jersian.” So what has become of my mission statement, and myself in one year’s time?
I came to Portland with a vision of focusing myself, to get something written, to get a job, and to get a new life. I now write for a magazine for a living, which answers the first two parts; but what of the social life? I know a good number of people. I can definitely say hello to a lot of humans as the day rolls on, mostly at the bar though. So, I guess that came up aces too. As a person I’m bit more forthright without the innate East coast assholism which permeated my old speech. I’ve dropped two stone. I’ve become vastly more comfortable sitting around and existing as me, not just trying to find something else to do. Over all, I think the last year went well, as a man. Now, to the overly symbolic movements of the present days.
I changed houses over the weekend. I was living in Ladd’s addition, Portland, Oregon. Now I live about 5 blocks away in a historic registered Victorian house(Note: It’s “a” historic, not “an”, sorry, but h isn’t a vowel sound in that word). In a scant few days my childhood best friend, and my friend from much later in life will be joining me in aforementioned house. I guess that’s pretty good. Though, not for the reasons one would think. I have next to no anticipation for friendship, people I know; however, I’m eagerly awaiting an opportunity to get people I care for on their feet in the city I love. I want to do what my brother did for me when I moved out here, though they have to pay rent. I’m psyched by the idea that I can help give this city new life, and help friends gain a new and better perspective. I should note in the past year I’ve taken to using phrases like “a new perspective”, “vision of…”, and “scant few”; I’m not sure I like that aspect of West coast living. But, in the end, it’s my life. I’m no longer a displaced New Jersian, but, rather, a newish Portlander. Now, in the time honored tradition of the one angry anthropoid I shall give you links to fascinate and amaze… Though not nearly as funny as the necobeastiophile.
Halloween Sounds internet radio stream. Though the Secret agrent station is far better. And by give you links, I mean one link… deal with it.