[Welcome to our second annual "SAY NICE THINGS ABOUT PORTLAND" issue! Read it online here, or if you like physical, paper-y things, you can find it in more than 50 locations all around the city!âeds]
I sat in my car outside of the Mercury offices. It was the beginning of March and I was afraid to open my door. It was rainingâthe kind of rain thatâs hard to be romantic about even when youâre perpetually homesick. The drops hit your windshield in a way thatâs meditative when youâre in park and horrifying when youâre in drive. Itâs that sort of sustained, battering, ever-present rain that Portland gets every so often that lets people say âitâs so green here!â when they visit in August. Itâs the kind of rain that native Oregonians, for whatever dumb reason, insist on braving without an umbrella.
When I finally succumbed to the reality of the weather, I jogged through the deluge, and into the friendly confines of the Mercuryâs office, and thatâs when the pitch came in. âWeâre doing a whole issue about why we still love Portland. You want to write something?â
To me, this wasnât even a question. The two things in this world I love most are Portland and attention, and this gave me an opportunity to combine them. I have an affection for this city that starts in my bones and weaves its way through my wardrobe, walls, and general sense of identity. Itâs verging on obnoxious, to be honest. Iâm wearing a Kacha T-shirt as I write this. My AirPods are in a Trail Blazer-themed case. A sizable banner hangs in my living room, decorated with a rose and the words âPortland, Oregon.â Not âI Heart Portland ââ or  âStumptownâ or something else appropriately twee for a felt flag. Just âPortland, Oregonââa point of interest, a simple declaration of fact. Except, it isnât even a fact, because my living room is in Los Angeles. Iâm an expatriate evangelist. I grew up in Beaverton, spent my twenties in Southeast, and Iâve been gone now for just more than a decade. A lot has changed in that decade.
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