I’ve been quiet for awhiile, busy spending time with my daughter, soaking up all the minutes while she is here. We did venture off on a kind of road trip to visit her new town, the Port of Arlington, in northern Oregon on the Columbia River.
We toured the residential areas on the hillsides, looking for a place for Kat to live. To find rentals in this town, you get a list from the City Recorder, find that it is somewhat outdated, but then when you talk to the woman at the front desk of the motel, you discover that the best way to find a place is to talk to the postmistress. Turns out the postmistress owns the hardware/liquor store, and when Kat went in there, she met Hayley and Lucas, who know some of the people who manage or own some of the rentals, and promise to give them Kat’s phone number – they also correct some of the numbers on the list that are incorrect. Everyone knows everyone.
We stayed for a couple of days without managing to make contact with the one person who appeared to have a rental still available. He called as we were heading home, but we lost the connection. After we got back home, Kat returned his call, and yes, he has one place left, a two bed, one bath apartment, just across the street from the high school, less than a block from the elementary school where she will be teaching.Now she has a place to live, sight unseen, because a bird in hand – you know that story. Next is finding furniture, then the move to a new liife.