Waiting For That Rocket

…That this isn’t going to be merely about life in/about the retail world. It’s going to be about life in general. And let me tell you, there’s a lot of awesome to be found in/around Portland. I feel so blessed to be living in a city and state where people make eye contact. And blessed is a kitschy word, I know, but it’s still true. Portland is a fabulous city (poor city management withstanding). It’s small enough that I can walk from one end of the Peninsula to the other in an hour (hour and a half if I stop for coffee), but big enough that there are worthwhile businesses to patronize. It’s a city where baristas at three different coffee shops know what I like to order (and that includes a Starbucks), but big enough that there are six or seven other cafes that I can go to if I so choose. It’s small enough that I can go almost anywhere and find someone that I know and/or recognize, but big enough that if I want to be anonymous I can be. My only gripe, well, maybe not only, but my principle gripe, is that there isn’t enough green space. I’m definitely a country girl. I would love to be able to walk out my front door and be in the woods, but in Portland, there isn’t really a safe space that I can walk to, sit on a bench or under a tree, and just enjoy the day. However, until I live in a place where I can walk out my front door and be in the woods, I am fine sitting in coffee shops, using wireless and just watching the world go by.