|So long, old house.|
It's our last night in the house on Southeast 36th. Tomorrow, we change residence. This old house is a great old house. But just like old people, old houses need more and more help to keep going. It's time for us to part ways.
Allow me a little nostalgia, will you? I've been nearly 15 years at this address. No other home has come close.
|More blueberries than ever before|
The canebrake of raspberries continues to thrive. A bumper crop came in mid-June, and then disappeared quickly. It was a short season, but a heavy one. To think that the entire bramble came from just two stocks that a coworker gave me in 2000. Fifteen years later, they've spread to the neighbor's yard. I view them as my endowment to the neighborhood.
|Family gathering, 2013|
And it's really sad to say goodbye to our good neighbors. Fifteen years of three to five minute conversations add up. You come to like the easy feeling you get from knowing everyone around you.
|Maty's new kitchen, 2012|
As recently as 4 months ago, I'd imagined that I might stay at this house through my someday retirement. Funny how things can change so fast.
But I've got a lot of memories that I'll be sorting through well past my retirement. Memories about this house on 36th Avenue in southeast Portland. And about the young man who came there in 1999, hopeful and fresh from a vision-quest tour of Europe, firm in his convictions and his optimism. And about how he changed over the years. And about how he found the woman that would save him.
So long, old house. So long, old neighborhood. So long, old life.
|Monthly family dinner, 2010|
|Jabañero peppers grown in pots on the back deck in that summer to beat all summers, 2009|
|Neighborhood block party, 2010|
|Maty comes to the house, 2006|
|Mahatma Candy, hanging out in the stairwell, 2001|
|Hannah (front) and Roxanne (rest in peace, girls), hangin' in the office chair, 2003|
|Gathering friends to join the great war protest of March 15, 2003|