when I first unpacked my bags straight from Toronto, I thought Portland was another planet. I love it at first, but after a week or so, I grew weary that I did everything that it had to offer, then boredom set in. That was way before the rain season in October even begun. As you can imagine I had a rough year.
Everything in this video is true: coffee shop jobs if any, double decker bikes, unicycles everywhere, rain, tattoo ink never runs dry, sleep until 11, hot girls with ugly glasses, circus schools. I remember one of my friends hauled dirt inside the backseat of his Jetta for the nursery he worked for, and called it his rig.
But sure enough after awhile it grew on me. It's my second home.
PS it is where young people come to retire, that's how I described it to my friends back home after a year there.