10/29/2026
This time of year always makes me a little nostalgic. Not only is October is my birthday month (Libra szn!) and it’s also the anniversary month I moved to Oregon. Last week I celebrated 17 years in this magical little nook of the upper left, and 17 years later? I’m still in love.
Growing up in California means I’ll always have a soft spot for our neighbor to the south. But every time I leave, I’m so glad to come home to this stunning state. My heart rests easy here, it’s not hard to fall in love.
17 years ago, I was ready to leave the SoCal scene. I’d spent a year in Germany during college and was still chasing that “first day of spring” high and I couldn’t shake that feeling. I wanted real seasons. I was tired of driving six hours to find actual mountains and snow, but I couldn’t imagine living far from the ocean. And San Diego’s cost of living? Astronomical. If I ever wanted to buy a home, California wasn’t going to be the place.
Life pointed me toward Portland and I haven’t looked back. This place is home.
I’ve watched Portland grow up and grow out (the urban growth boundary has seriously reshaped the west side). The skyline looks a little different, but some things haven’t changed. Portland is still quirky and a little rough around the edges. She’s creative and innovative, opinionated and full of life. She’s a safe place for my q***r family, friends, and clients. Portlanders are passionate about their neighborhoods, their sides of the river, their favorite places to eat (we are truly spoiled in this foodie town!) and so much more. Portland isn’t perfect, there’s no city that is, but Portland is truly a special place in a stunning setting. I am proud to call Portland home.
And 17 years in, I still get giddy on that first truly sunny spring day. ☀️
Happy anniversary, Oregon. Thanks for being home. 🌲⛰️🌊