I'm moving to Vancouver, Washington in less than a year. And I'm kinda excited about it.
Which pretty much goes against everything I've proclaimed the last quarter century, but I'm totally OK with that. It's taken some adjustments, but I'm gonna live in the 'couv.
A lot of it is purely practical. As in, housing prices are cheaper in Vancouver. Sweetie's commutes will be less painful if we live in Vancouver. And since Sweetie's job is publicly funded, there's a selfish motive there, wanting our votes to count towards that.
The fact that last time I saw friends in Portland they all CLAIMED they would be willing to cross the river to visit helped. Because part of my fear would be that even though we were only 15 minutes away from folks, we'd be lepers that no one would want to come see.
The thing that pushed me over the edge is the fact that Sweetie and I have spent a fair amount of time driving around Portland and Vancouver during our last several trips south. We MUST live in an area with a soul. We CANNOT live in a suburban sprawl of cookie-cutter houses that you can only differentiate by the color of the mini-van parked in the driveway. I was under the impression that was all Vancouver had to offer, but I was wrong.
There is a neighborhood in Vancouver called Minehaha. Some of the houses we've been most enamored of have been in the area of West Minehaha. The only neighborhood that can compete with West Minehaha in terms of names befitting the House of Swank is the Hollywood District. And the House of Swank has already had a run there. So West Minehaha it is. (Or near there).
But I'm still going to call it the 'couv. It's just too deeply ingrained to try and change it now. I will, however, work diligently to make that a name of honor rather than a derogatory statement.