City Living with Pets

From Left to Right: Bazooka (5yrs old), Quinn (2 yrs old), & Mew Radley (4 yrs old)

It's easy for me to feel down about Portland. It's my home town and I still live here, which for me - the girl who wanted to travel the world and have lovers in every port like a sailor sans the syphillis - is hard. Top that off with the fact that Portland is a destination City. No one is actually from Portland (except me) they're the ones who traveled and left their nests (unlike me). They love Portland, often blindly and presumptuously.

Traditionally, Oregonians have held disdain for "outsiders", though in the past that has mostly meant Californians. Now the "outsiders" are from everywhere! I believe new blood is good for a city, I just often wish I could be that new blood... for someone else's city. 

Yet, while I often disparage the fact that I live here, our terrible road conditions, and our "we're so green" attitude (it's a little bit warranted), every now and then I have to give props to the city that I was born and raised in. Especially in the year since Ethan and I adopted Quinn.