Retirement isn't about stopping living; for me it was about choosing how I wanted to live my life, and where I wanted to live it.
I didn't fall in love with Portland right away. I wasn't all that impressed during our many visits early on. It felt more like a blind date, a set-up by our daughter. Portland was an occasional fling, not marriage material. Landing at the airport on the northeast end of town, we drove through the grittiest … Continue reading Falling for Portland
First impressions can be superficial. I arrive in Mexico forgetting that it takes time to appreciate and understand something foreign and complex. What I first see: homes and businesses in stages of stalled construction or general disrepair, lots of trash on the streets, and dozens of scruffy dogs and ragged chickens and roosters pacing or … Continue reading What I Saw in Mexico
I should have started a blog 3 years and 3 months ago. That was when I first retired, sold our house, packed up a life, left a town I'd lived in for 32 years (and a state I'd lived in for 60), moved to Portland where both kids landed, became a local Nana to my … Continue reading Ready Set Go