Newbie in a New City
It’s been well over a month since I’ve moved to Portland, Oregon from California. It’s always been interesting moving to new places. I’ve always enjoyed learning about the different cultures that a new city has to offer, and adding to the kaleidoscopic perspective that I have.
Portland is certainly a beautiful city; combined with its greenery and powered by its friendly, intelligent - and not to mention, interesting individuals.
Moving to a new city for me entails immersing myself into its culture, as well as mingling with local folks. I’ve been settling into Portland by exploring different areas through lone traveling and volunteering.
Of course, this doesn’t come without a challenge. After a while of constantly introducing myself as the gal who “just moved from California,” it becomes a bit tiresome and trite - especially for an introvert like me. But I must say, that opening with this statement has served to my advantage.
After a while of prolonged surface-level interaction, I intend to seek deeper and more meaningful conversations, which seem difficult to come by; second-time-around conversations don’t occur often, and the initial interactions don’t spark enough interest for the relationship to continue. For me, friendships are built much like sedimentary rocks, through time and progress. The frequency of these relationships tend to dwindle as you age, assuming that you are new to town, and working a nine to five job.
I acknowledge my need for solitude and in-depth conversations. But there are times where I find myself shunning my inability to wholeheartedly engage in small talk, which, I think, contributes to my lack of a social life here. Still, I admire myself for refusing to waver my innate self, for it has taken time for me to reach this point.
Moving to a new city is definitely exciting, but it can be difficult. But, I have to remind myself to be patient for the good things to come.