I love Portland. I love that I grew up here. I love that I’m raising my kids here. I love that it’s weird. I love the small town-big city vibe. I love the people. I love the local businesses. I love the values and I love the stereotypes. Even if I don’t frequent each shop or support each political decision or embody each perception, I love the sum of all Portland’s parts.
I love PDX, our airport. I love OMSI, The Oregon Zoo, and The Portland Children’s Museum. I love taking Dot and M&M to places that I frequented as a kid. I love recognizing local news anchors…from my childhood. And feeling like I’ve spotted a celebrity because in Portland that’s about what we get. My husband loves his Timbers.
I love our proximity to the coast (about two hours), to the mountains, and over the mountains to the desert (love love love central Oregon).
We are a city people randomly move to in a state people travel across the world to see. We are a parody of ourselves (have you seen Portlandia) that we find funnier than anyone. We are liberal. We are geeky. For about seven months each year we are soggy. We call ourselves diverse. We are Portland, Oregon.
And Portland, I’m thankful for you. I’m thankful I started out here. I’m thankful I’ve ended up here (at least for the foreseeable future). I’m thankful for everything I’m only beginning to notice that actually was there all along.
This post is part of a month-long series detailing 25 Things I’m Thankful For.