Sometimes I feel weird telling other Portlanders where Barry and I live. Our neighborhood gets mixed reactions from people. Some think it's an exciting area with a lot going on, but others think it's yuppified. Honestly, it's both.
I occasionally find myself making excuses for our part of town, but I think I'm getting over it. I've come to love our neighborhood, with its good parts and its bad parts. The feeling hit home yesterday, the first day of our new "weekend" now that Barry has a new job (which he loves, thanks for asking).
We spent the day bumming around our neighborhood, walking to a good breakfast spot then on to some great local shops. We stopped at a sweet little cafe and later, a fabulous bakery. We ended up at one of my favorite corners in the city with views of buildings, bridges, train tracks, and sky that I can never get enough of. And we were home.