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Edited on Wed Jun-21-06 02:21 AM by 0rganism
I moved to Portland from New Mexico to go to college, came up here in August of '87 just like you're thinking of doing now. Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, I saw from August through October could have prepared me for the 6-month rain festival that followed. If you're from the desert, you may be familiar with the occasional heavy rain, maybe you even got hit with a flash flood or two? Well, this is a different scene entirely. Brace yourselves, because it rains steadily for weeks at a time. Not so much monsoon-style downpours, but just a continuous rain a bit heavier than a drizzle, going on and on and on and on until you either adapt or go stark raving mad. Or both. No reason you can't do both.
In a way, it's a shame you're coming in August. IMHO, the best time to make an informed decision about whether one can stand the weather in Portland is mid-December. We have a high incidence of "Seasonal Affect Disorder" in the PNW (i.e., people get bummed out by the constant rain to the point of suicidal behavior.)
On the other hand, the rain didn't stop me. I've lived in the Portland area for 18 of the last 19 years or so, and I have no intention of leaving anytime soon. And, according to various shrinks, I even won my battle with depression.
Don't worry about the anti-California thing. Yeah, there may be some people who hold a grudge, but unless you're totally flamboyant about being from LA, few will even notice. After a year or so of living here, your tans will fade and you'll begin to attain the unhealthy pastiness so typical of Portlanders. You'll somehow lose most of your kick-ass beach clothes, your closet will fill with bland flannels, thermal underwear and oversized denim trousers, the sandals and sneakers will gradually give way to hiking boots and clogs. Within four years, your lives in southern California will seem like a distant dream from a different planet.
Also be prepared for some miserably irresponsible politics. Oregon has the dubious distinction of being the poorest and dumbest of the west coast states, including Alaska, British Colombia and probably Baja. Tactics that any bumblefuck in California or Washington would see through in a second find a wilcoming ear in rural Oregon. Multinational corporations and east-coast think tanks find that their political dollar goes a lot further here than it would in many other states -- just like your housing dollar -- so we become their willing dupes and labrats. For my part, I welcome any and all immigrants, and accept the inevitable gentrification as the price we pay for potential contributions to the local gene pool.
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