Portland Sweet Portland

I really love my home, not just my house, which is pretty awesome, but also my city. I live in Beaverton, Oregon which is about a 15 - 20 minute drive to Portland. Which is just perfect for me. I love the pace here. I love the culture. I love the weather. I love the beer. Nothing creates more appreciation for home than being away.

We got home last week from a week in New York. Whew! We did have fun and we enjoyed our stay in NY, but we sure do love being home. Portland sweet Portland. My house feels like a luxury compared to the little apartment we rented in Greenwich Village. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that our apartment was crappy, because it wasn't at all. It was just small and much different than my house.

When you walked up the stairs and opened the front door, wait, back up. First, we had to unlock the outside gate, then walk up the stairs to unlock the outside door. Once inside, there was an entry way that was smaller than our downstairs half bath. Then we had to unlock the front door to our little apartment, which by the way opened up right into the bedroom. That was kinda weird. Not, that we did, but if we were to have guests over, they would have to walk right through our bedroom to get to the living room.

The apartment had hardwood floors and the bedroom was separate from the living room kitchen and dinning area, but it was very small and it was never quiet. Not even in the middle of the night. It kinda felt like we were staying right upstairs from a bar that was open all night. That's just not for me.

I love my quiet little neighborhood. I love the peace and quiet. I love the homey feeling of my home. It feels warm and welcoming. It feels full of love.