Portland, United States

 Portland, United States

 

I’ve changed a hell of a lot over the years since I first gingerly stepped onto a plane back in 2007. I’ve cast off the parts of me I didn’t like, refined the parts of me I do, and picked up new quirks and traits along the way.
One of the few, most central parts of who I am is that I am weird and I am totally okay with that.

Portland’s motto is “Keep Portland Weird”, and that’s a sentiment I can well and truly latch onto. The city isn’t ashamed of any of its quirks and oddities. If anything, it’s pretty fucking proud of its unfettered hipsterism.

While I loudly profess to hate the entire hipster movement; my lumberjack beard, love of microbrew, and general weirdness probably make a liar out of me. Portland’s huge microbrew scene, its arts and music scene, and the presence of cool people and cool things to do make up for the fact it’s wetter than Kesha at the sight of a line of coke.

I adore the Pacific Northwest, and while Seattle may be its shining light of civilisation and industry, I’ll take the beating heart of Portland and all of the weird, delicious, and intriguing delights that lie within.