Monday night we arrived at Portland International Airport. The flight with a 10 month old that started right around bedtime was interesting to say the least, but we made it and I managed to no become "that woman on the place with that f-ing baby".
It really is beautiful here. Saw our new neighborhood/apartment and it is great. I should never have doubted husbands apartment finding ability. Although, you can't blame me for being worried after this little gem:
Husband: So how's the neighborhood? Is it child-friendly?
Apartment Manager: I have never had a problem. It's not dangerous....but there is a bit of a meth problem.
Husband: um.....ok, thanks for you time.
Well I am off to try and find a job that does not include bringing people food for tips...wish me luck
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