People love Portland, I don't. With that being said, my experience with Portland is the equivalent to getting bit by a dog one time and saying, 'I hate all dogs…forever'. It's ridiculous, but ever since I lived there in 2009, I just can't shake it.
My problem with Portland is less about the rain, over-the-top hip, hipsters and coffee-snobbery that goes down there; and more about the fact that I was broke while I lived there. All through college I was set on going into TV, then I graduated and got scared. So, I moved to Portland and got three jobs to pay for my half of a townhouse [on NW 23rd thus the $$$] with a random girl who I found on Craigslist. Yes, it's all very obvious now that my own bad decisions were to blame for me not falling in love with PDX.
I was there for just over a year when I decided to move to Bend in January of 2010. I rarely get back up there but when there's the right band in town, I make the trip. Every visit, there are moments where I'm on the edge of saying, 'Okay, Portland is pretty cool' -- but then it takes me 25 minutes to find a parking spot and I snap out of it.
This weekend in Portland was a rare one, the sun was shining, we went to see Milo Greene at the Doug Fir, we stayed in a ridiculously cute pink, tiny home, we ate good food and we only had to deal with terrible parking one time.
Nice try Portland, you almost had us.