Trying to figure out what I would write
about. When I asked my hubby he said write about why you moved to
Oregon and Forest Grove in particular. Okay here goes.
I moved to Oregon in 1996 from New York
City. Adam and I didn't have career's, a mortgage or kids so that was
the perfect time to move. We visited Oregon in April 1995 and yes it
rained everyday we were here. We still liked it better than New York
City. The downside to Oregon is that not all of our family is here.
We've lived all over the Portland Metro
Area. We started in the Lloyd Center district cause it was close to
my sister's house and she found a cool apartment there. It had
amenities I wasn't used to like birds outside the windows, flowers
and a small porch like place to sit outside. It didn't have a few
things that we had grown accustomed to like mice but that was okay
not to have those. It was a great starter apartment since the bus and
my sister were both nearby.
I'm going to skip ahead to 2008 when we
decided to buy. Enough with paying someone's mortgage. Adam and I
decided that we wanted to stay on the west-side of Portland so that
eliminated a bunch of places right away. Once we decided that we
wanted a house where we could have a garden that meant we needed a
southern exposure and some land.
I'll never forget the day in June 2008
Adam said: honey lets go for a ride and he brought me out to Forest Grove. He said: here is where we can settle down and make a home.
Adam was right. We then came up with a check list mine was simple:
Unattached, floors, walls, roof and windows. Adam had a little more:
southern exposure and a back yard big enough for a garden. Found some
realtors and started looking.
After looking at about 20 houses we
ended up choosing the second house we saw. It turned out to be
perfect for us and we've co-owned with the bank since August 2008.
We're the second owners of our house and the first owner took amazing
care of it.
Forest Grove has been the perfect place
for us to live. Our neighbors are good people and the city is just
big enough to still have a small town feeling. It is great to go to
the local farmers market on Wednesday and count how many people we
will run into that we know. At least 5 every-time. That is what makes
it a great place to live.
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