Last week, I mentioned that with my move to Portland, Oregon, I am returning to my home town, the place where I was born and where I lived until I was 15. It is now more so than I had in mind that day.
Although my family lived several places within Portland when I was a kid, home for a number of years and the place where I attended school for my first few years was Lake Grove, a kind of suburb of Lake Oswego which has long since been incorporated into Lake Oswego. Talk about completing the circle.
The condominium complex is a collection of eight or 10 two-story buildings with eight apartments each in a wooded area with paths among them. Mine is on the first floor, so it won't be as light and airy as my Maine home, but it is level and there are no stairs.
My only private outdoor space is the entry patio and with a deck above me, I won't be growing veggies. My bedroom is in the back with its own dressing area and bathroom. It is large enough to create a sitting area with my white wicker chaise longue I've used on the deck here.
There is a good-size living room with a working fireplace. Those window blinds are quite nifty. They can be raised from the bottom so that light comes in above, but people walking by can't see in.
A sort of alcove off the living room will be a good place for my office. In another apartment in this group of homes, the alcove was a small, third bedroom, but I much prefer this. Where the current owners have a media center against the wall is the perfect place for my large desk.
My beautiful sideboard, made for me by a friend, will fit nicely against the the back wall of the dining area and my round, oak table will be just right.
All the kitchen appliances were new in 2008, so they should last for the rest of my life. I like the kitchen a lot.
What's missing is space for bookshelves. Perhaps there is a way to do that in the office, but I won't know until I've lived there for awhile. Otherwise, I suppose they will be scattered all over the house. It is nice to have a second full bath that overnight guests can have to themselves.
What fun it was to read all your encouraging comments on my rather negative post last Friday, and I thank you. I wanted so much to live in the Northwest district of Portland where, like Greenwich Village, I would never tire of walking. But, it's beyond my means and so I return quite literally to the first home town I remember in life.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Mary B Summerlin: Life is Not Fair