Since I'm not painting, I don't feel compelled to write.  Then someone emails me to say they're reading it.  Of course that doesn't mean I have anything to write about.  I think it's interesting that the activity of the holidays and moving leaves little time for reflection.  I haven't had an original (to me) thought since all this began. 

I don't have a house in Portland so I will be putting my stuff in storage and living in an apartment.   Which means I won't have a place to paint.  I already miss the meditative state of painting and listening to music.  I'm a little concerned because I have so much to do right now that I don't have time to be depressed.  God only knows what will happen when I arrive in Portland and can't pursue my favorite occupation.  

Either the Portland homeowners haven't heard about the real estate market or they have, and are not selling.  The houses are sitting on the market and they are lowering the prices in incriments.  I know I've sold my house for much less than it's worth, but that was the price of being able to move to Portland.  Why don't the people up there get it?  They seem to think that because they bought their houses in 2005 or 2006 for too much money that, improvements or not, they are worth that much now.  A house is only worth what someone will pay for it.  I may have been blinded by the first house I fell in love with up there, but I won't be making that mistake again.  I'm planning on getting a house that's appropriately priced for the market.  I assume the homeowners up there will wake up pretty soon. 

In the mean time, back to the boxes.  Ugh!