Way Up On A Hill

I’ve been living in my new digs on Mount Tabor for about two and a half weeks, now.

I am such a nerdy nerd! These ground-level/basement rooms feel so very much like a hobbit hole – I have my own ground-level front door, lovely thick carpets on the floor and an antique wood stove while my little space burrows slowly and cozily back into the hill under the great pile of a house up above. It’s quite nice here. The view is spectacular and my new housemates are delightful.

But I must admit to feeling homesick for North Portland. No doubt these surrounds will grow on me with time. But currently I feel a bit like I’ve moved to the edge of the world way up here on the old cinder cone… everything feels so far away and watch your step or you might just fall off!

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