It's been nineteen years since we first came to Portland. We left Massachusetts in a terrible ice storm and arrived to spring in Portland. I remember the drive from the airport, with the smell of spring in the air and flowers already in bloom. It was love at first sight for us both and we are still in love with Portland.
We weren't so sure about living in the city with the houses so close together; it looked to us like they were in storage, waiting to be moved to a yard.... now it seems perfectly normal. Our yard is tiny and there does come a point in spring when I want more garden. The rest of the time, it's plenty of yard.
Now that we are mostly retired, living here is even better. We do what the weather invites...going for walks, sitting on the porch, gardening, doing projects, reading. Yesterday we did all of those things. What a great day it was! Life is good.
But we do still miss our friends in Massachusetts...