I still can’t believe it. Portland, really? I’ve lived in South Carolina my entire life – minus a small stint in Florida that I have successfully blocked from my detailed memory. I never really thought about the effects of boxing myself up in one place my entire life. To be honest, I pictured myself dead on the Carolina coast somewhere by the time I had written the book on my life. Then this grand, unexpected, “Portland” thing smashed through my front window and totally shattered every comforting feeling I had about growing old in the same place where I was born. Suddenly, I was no longer content thinking about staying here. Suddenly, I was no longer content thinking about missing out on the world because I was never adventurous enough to take a leap of faith. Suddenly, I found myself teetering on total disappointment at the thought of this move NOT working out. I realized then that I had been missing something all my life I never knew I wanted: just a little adventure.