I think it’s safe to say that I am no longer an Oregonian, although actually putting it in writing make me grimace a teensy-tiny bit. What is it about Oregon, the Northwest, that grows on you? It just stays within you, as much as mildew stays in clothes, or sand in your car after a trip to the beach.
Confession moment: I still have my Oregon license. It has our Portland address on it. Although my name is now legally different, and I need to change it, I can’t give up that license. Why cant the lovely woman at the DMV punch it and give it back? Why must I physically hand her the last bit of Oregon in me, for her to toss it into the round file system? Why, indeed.
Um, our car plates are still 100% Oregonian, also. We have postcards hanging in our “Northwest Themed Laundry Room”, along with framed pictures of Cannon Beach, and a watercolor purchased from Pike Place Market in Seattle.
It’s not all bad, this Iowa thing. The people are wonderful, our town is safe, and we have family just a phone call away. It smells like home, it sounds like home, it looks like home…. It is home. I feel defensive when people laugh at Iowa.
I wish it was possible to live in two places at once. I guess the 70 & up crowd does. So do long-haul truckers, for that matter. Or our soldiers, but I guess they probably don’t consider Iraq or Kuwait home.
Maybe that’s the key– we need to buy a Winnebago (coincidentally, that company is an Iowa company) and hit the highways. Oregon in the spring/summer, Iowa in the fall/winter. It would be the best of both worlds!
In a related matter, anyone have an RV for sale?