You never know what might happen.
In October I was locked into Portland life. I bought a membership to the art museum, and was looking for a new place to live – as our little 1895 bungalow is slated for destruction in early 2019.
Then Vietnam happened.
My ex is Vietnamese American and suddenly got a job offer here. We had always talked about having our daughter Ruby, just turned 10, spend some time learning about Vietnamese culture and language. So we mutually moved.
Now I’m living in a five-room house in District 2, with my lady pal Kim Mott, her daughter Abby and the dog Disco, who tinkled on my bean bag the other day. We don’t think he knows what to make of all the space suddenly. We’re likely to be here 1.5 to two years.
Actually 2018 was an eventful year, something I didn’t capture here. I hosted a Nat Geo TV series on San Diego, wrote my favorite article of my career (on Oklahoma’s Little River) and took my first office job in 15 years with Portland’s Modern Adventure. After seven months in the office, I’m still running Modern Adventure’s MO/AD magazine from here, and contributing to those guys trip itineraries. And will freelance my way through the rest of the month. Any leads?