This place doesn’t smell like home. Well, not yet at least. I have candles going, a room diffuser, and am in search of the spray mix of water and the “purification” essential oil. But the clothes smell strange from travelling. I’m slowly but surely washing all the dishes from their “cardboard & newsprint” essence. But this will take some getting used to.
Keys. Routes. Pre-set stations. So many strange new things.
I won’t be pumping gas or paying sales tax for two years. Oregon is our border state, and yet it’s so different. Obviously it’s infamously hipster, but it’s more than that. There’s just a different way, rhythm, pace of life.
Apartment living is different. My unit is only 450 sq. feet – which has caused me to become creative. But more than the size is the uber close proximity to everyone and everything else. My bedroom window is on level with a sidewalk, so that passerby’s conversations are just a few feet from me. And just outside my front window, I get an uncomfortably intimate view of the neighbors’ comings and goings. This will probably be slightly less awkward in the fall when the windows will be closed… but it’s still quite an adjustment from the privacy of the homes and condo I’ve lived in before.