Portland to Portland

October 19, 2018

Hello friends! I feel like I’m slowly coming back to the land of the living (AKA, the world online) after the last two months of craziness. And once I surface through all the facebook bog of politics, opinions, and pumpkin spice everything, I’m so glad to be back here and catching up with you.

Gosh, what a ride… The last a lot of you knew we were totally in love with Maine. There was ocean air, I had a job I loved, made some amazing friends, we were hiking and picking blueberries, it really was the perfect summer.

We still LOVE Maine and had planned to stay there for a year. But shortly after our last Nutshell update, my boss held a meeting to let us know he was selling the restaurant in August. The atmosphere was not the same and one by one the staff gave their notice and moved on. Following this news was a few unexpected things concerning Tony’s job as well. We both did some research and ended up at the conclusion that Portland, Oregon offered a lot more opportunity job wise for both of us, better skiing for Tony, and a milder climate for the winter.

That decided it and come August we began to pack our bags again amidst a constant state of mild panic as we looked for housing in a city that was 3,000 miles away with a 3% vacancy rate, and I sent out twenty-five resumes and pondered what it might be like to live somewhere for a whole year.Sadie and Tori came to visit mid-August with their partners and we spent a glorious few days taking in all Maine has to offer. We got donuts from The Holy Donut and ate them on the rocks at Fort Williams Park in Cape Elizabeth overlooking the ocean, we went to breweries, we sat on the beach and played in the waves, we ate waaaay too many oysters at Eventide, had frites and housemade sodas at Duckfat, and got breakfast at Rover Bagel almost every day. We rounded out the trip with a drive down to Boston to see the Book of Mormon and the Harvard Arboretum, which required six of us squeeze into the five seats in the suburban, and blare music for the whole trip. It was an experience to remember. And of course there was lobster – The best lobster rolls from Bite into Maine and a live steamer from Scarborough Lobster.

Then the trip was over and they said goodbye and flew back to Seattle and Colorado, and I turned to face the ever-pleasant task of packing up my kitchen for the fourth time in thirteen months. You’d think I’d have it down to a science at this point and just breeze right on through, but in fact, it still takes hours, lots of complaining, and multiple gin and tonics to get the job done. Se la vie.We drove out on August 25th, we detoured to Niagra Falls, looking out over the falls was like waking up as a six-year-old on Christmas morning with that sense of wonder you so rarely get as an adult. Then we drove on, stopping in Kansas City and Colorado on the way up. Some 3,000 miles and a broken AC in the middle of Missouri on a 100-degree day later, we arrived in Portland, Oregon on September 1st crossing our fingers that we hadn’t signed a lease on a total melon of a house.

One of our landlords, Andrew, was there to meet us. A jovial man that gave us a grin and a big wave as we pulled up. We hopped out and he introduced himself in a lovely accent either of British or Australian nature and proceeded to explain how Roberta, his other half, was in Hawaii this week and had admonished him that he was to get to the house early and finish cleaning the grout along the tub, which of course, had not happened and we all came to the mutual conclusion that none of us really cared about the grout which was in fact, already some of the cleanest grout I’ve ever seen in my life.

Andrew was just a lovely man and as he walked us through the beautiful house featuring a living room with a white brick wall and large windows, two bedrooms, a kitchen with a gas stove and a rack for hanging pots above it, and my absolute favorite part; A huge, beautiful, red deck off the kitchen overlooking a spacious, fenced backyard with plenty of leafy trees lending privacy to the area. We had truly lucked out.He left us to unpack, Tony did the bulk of the heavy lifting as I had gotten sick halfway through the trip and was dragging myself around with one or two items at a time, wheezing dramatically. Since we’d been renting furnished places for the past year, all that we owned fit into the suburban and we hadn’t a single piece of furniture to our name.

We (I mean Tony) got the boxes inside and then we went and got some Thai food which I ordered so hot I’m convinced it burned half the cold out of my body. With that to fuel us on we hit up some thrift stores and found a brown, leather couch that was just the right amount of squishy. We brought it home, heaved it up the deck stairs and inside, and Cloroxed the heck out of it before collapsing wearily on it to eat our leftover Thai food with silverware I’d dug out of a box. We inflated the air mattress and went to bed, blissfully thinking that the hard part was behind us.

To Be Continued…

October 19, 2018

Hello friends! I feel like I’m slowly coming back to the land of the living (AKA, the world online) after the last two months of craziness. And once I surface through all the facebook bog of politics, opinions, and pumpkin spice everything, I’m so glad to be back here and catching up with you.

Gosh, what a ride… The last a lot of you knew we were totally in love with Maine. There was ocean air, I had a job I loved, made some amazing friends, we were hiking and picking blueberries, it really was the perfect summer.

We still LOVE Maine and had planned to stay there for a year. But shortly after our last Nutshell update, my boss held a meeting to let us know he was selling the restaurant in August. The atmosphere was not the same and one by one the staff gave their notice and moved on. Following this news was a few unexpected things concerning Tony’s job as well. We both did some research and ended up at the conclusion that Portland, Oregon offered a lot more opportunity job wise for both of us, better skiing for Tony, and a milder climate for the winter.

That decided it and come August we began to pack our bags again amidst a constant state of mild panic as we looked for housing in a city that was 3,000 miles away with a 3% vacancy rate, and I sent out twenty-five resumes and pondered what it might be like to live somewhere for a whole year.

Sadie and Tori came to visit mid-August with their partners and we spent a glorious few days taking in all Maine has to offer. We got donuts from The Holy Donut and ate them on the rocks at Fort Williams Park in Cape Elizabeth overlooking the ocean, we went to breweries, we sat on the beach and played in the waves, we ate waaaay too many oysters at Eventide, had frites and housemade sodas at Duckfat, and got breakfast at Rover Bagel almost every day. We rounded out the trip with a drive down to Boston to see the Book of Mormon and the Harvard Arboretum, which required six of us squeeze into the five seats in the suburban, and blare music for the whole trip. It was an experience to remember. And of course there was lobster – The best lobster rolls from Bite into Maine and a live steamer from Scarborough Lobster.

Then the trip was over and they said goodbye and flew back to Seattle and Colorado, and I turned to face the ever-pleasant task of packing up my kitchen for the fourth time in thirteen months. You’d think I’d have it down to a science at this point and just breeze right on through, but in fact, it still takes hours, lots of complaining, and multiple gin and tonics to get the job done. Se la vie.

We drove out on August 25th, we detoured to Niagra Falls, looking out over the falls was like waking up as a six-year-old on Christmas morning with that sense of wonder you so rarely get as an adult. Then we drove on, stopping in Kansas City and Colorado on the way up. Some 3,000 miles and a broken AC in the middle of Missouri on a 100-degree day later, we arrived in Portland, Oregon on September 1st crossing our fingers that we hadn’t signed a lease on a total melon of a house.

One of our landlords, Andrew, was there to meet us. A jovial man that gave us a grin and a big wave as we pulled up. We hopped out and he introduced himself in a lovely accent either of British or Australian nature and proceeded to explain how Roberta, his other half, was in Hawaii this week and had admonished him that he was to get to the house early and finish cleaning the grout along the tub, which of course, had not happened and we all came to the mutual conclusion that none of us really cared about the grout which was in fact, already some of the cleanest grout I’ve ever seen in my life.

Andrew was just a lovely man and as he walked us through the beautiful house featuring a living room with a white brick wall and large windows, two bedrooms, a kitchen with a gas stove and a rack for hanging pots above it, and my absolute favorite part; A huge, beautiful, red deck off the kitchen overlooking a spacious, fenced backyard with plenty of leafy trees lending privacy to the area. We had truly lucked out.

He left us to unpack, Tony did the bulk of the heavy lifting as I had gotten sick halfway through the trip and was dragging myself around with one or two items at a time, wheezing dramatically. Since we’d been renting furnished places for the past year, all that we owned fit into the suburban and we hadn’t a single piece of furniture to our name.

We (I mean Tony) got the boxes inside and then we went and got some Thai food which I ordered so hot I’m convinced it burned half the cold out of my body. With that to fuel us on we hit up some thrift stores and found a brown, leather couch that was just the right amount of squishy. We brought it home, heaved it up the deck stairs and inside, and Cloroxed the heck out of it before collapsing wearily on it to eat our leftover Thai food with silverware I’d dug out of a box. We inflated the air mattress and went to bed, blissfully thinking that the hard part was behind us.

To Be Continued…

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