On Sunday morning, as we lingered in bed, GTB nursing a hangover and me reluctant to get out from under the warm comforter, we discussed the Ducks game and how I’m not really a true fan yet and how things would be different if we’d gone to college together. <\/p>\n
GTB joked about how, if I’d gone to the University of Oregon like he did, I would have graduated and then moved immediately to Portland, thus saving us YEARS of not-togetherness. I responded “I love you and I love living with you, but Portland will always be a consolation to me. I never would have chosen to live here.”<\/p>\n
He responded, like he always does when I say something shitty like that, “OK, let’s move. Where do you want to go? Austin? Seattle? Where?”<\/p>\n
To which I always respond, “I just got here. I’m not moving now.”<\/p>\n
This time, for the first time, he said, “Then you are making the choice to be here. It’s not a consolation.” <\/p>\n
Good point.<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, my mom called and asked if I wanted to meet her at Vancouver Mall for some shopping. GTB was working that afternoon, and I’m never one to pass up a shopping opportunity with mi madre, so I said yes. Or, actually, I think I said, “Hell yes!”<\/p>\n
After a lengthy brunch at Roux with some of my favorite people in the world, I ventured north, across the river, to Washington. And there, at the counter in Bath & Body Works, I heard myself say to a salesperson words I never thought would come out of my mouth:<\/p>\n
“I’m from Oregon.” <\/p>\n
Three words that saved me from paying sales tax.<\/p>\n
And suddenly, living in Oregon felt a lot less like a consolation and more like a really smart thing to do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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