I’ve had this far-fetched dream for about a year or so now. A dream of moving northwest to a city I’ve never seen, a city called Portland in Oregon. I don’t know what started the dream. I think I read a book or two that mentioned it feeling like home to people who have moved there from other parts of the country. From all accounts the city seemed beautiful, whimsical, easy-going, and encouraging to young adults and artists. I don’t know if I will ever see that city let alone actually live there but it was a beautiful dream that was all mine.
But, my dream is in danger of being stolen from me. A friend is thinking of moving there for graduate school. Portland is on his list of possible future homes. He first mentioned going to Pasadena, CA. In my opinion, he is more of a beach-bum than a mountain climber and I think Pasadena is perfect for him. I mentioned Portland in a Bible study about a month ago and now he’s all about Portland. I mentioned it and now he swoops in and tries to pass off that it was his brilliant idea.
I know this sounds very childish of me, the whole, “I saw it first!” routine, but the truth is if he moves there before I do, and I am sure he will get out of this state before I do, Portland will no longer be an option for me. If I go after he’s already there people will say I am only going because he is there and that would not be true. Is it so bad to want something for myself, to want a dream to myself? I know the chances that I would ever move to Portland are wildly remote but to dream of it is beautiful and freeing.