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Next week will be a year since moving to Portland. I know many of you are sick of me talking about it, but it is easily the best decision I have ever made.

I was recently offered a job, and I wasn't even looking for one. I don't know if I'm going to take it. I've been working from home since I got here, if you can really call what I've been doing work. I did more work in my last month in Florida than in the last year in Portland, and yet I've never made as much money as I do now. It's an odd town.

In fact, after I finish this current project I don't have to work for a while. I have been contemplating taking a year off and doing one of those round the world trips; I read this book and found it was easily within my means with just the money I have saved up right now.

I'm in a period of transition. I've made sure to keep my life very portable; I could at any given moment put everything I own in boxes, stash them somewhere, and leave for a year, not having missed much when I return. Without a steady job, a relationship, or anything tying me down, there's really nothing I can't do. I'm just not sure what I want to do, even if it is a steady job, a relationship, or something tying me down.

I'm at the point in my life right now where I should either be thinking about settling down, or getting some life experiences under my belt.