The House Buying Saga Continues

Well, the house we were trying to buy didn't work out.

We had it inspected and learned that it needs serious foundation work, as well as a lot of electrical work and some plumbing. We had hoped to fix it up with a 203k loan, but that won't cover foundation work, and with all the problems the house has, we wouldn't have anything left for cosmetic work or appliances. On top of that, Citibank, which owns the house (a foreclosure) was fighting us every step of the way (asking for much more than the standard amount of earnest money, not giving us much time for inspections, etc.). We think they were hoping to sell to an investor who would pay cash and not have to deal with all the complications of people who need a loan and actually care about the place being livable in the long term. After a few weeks of alternating between stress and excitement we finally decided it was best to walk away.

We were really disappointed when we began to realize that fixing up this cute 1904 house on a corner lot was a pipe dream, but just as we were coming to a decision we found another house in the neighborhood for sale in our price range. It's a bit more expensive and on a less desirable lot, but it's in a better location (closer in and in easier walking distance of a lot of businesses). We made an offer the day we viewed it and it's been accepted! We're having it inspected this evening.

We know it will need some work, but nothing like what the last one needed. We'll probably use the 203k loan to get some new floors and windows and perhaps some more efficient appliances. Then we'll do some other work ourselves (interior painting, for example), but with the exception of a hole in the basement wall, which the owner has agreed to repair before closing, we expect it to be pretty much up to code.

In the long term we'd like to do more to it (maybe put an addition where the back deck is, so we can have a bigger kitchen and have basement access from inside the house; maybe eventually finish the attic), but with just some minor work it will be a very livable space for us.

We're hoping to close before the end of July and be moved in by the beginning of August.

I can't wait to start putting work into a place where I'll actually get to stay and enjoy the fruits of my labor. I'm very excited about finally getting to have a garden that we plan from start to finish. We plan on doing away with all or most of the lawn (such a waist of energy). We're hoping to attend the FoPo Garden Tour in a couple of weeks, which I'm sure will help us to get some ideas about where to start.

In the mean time, we're focusing our energy on living as cheaply as possible while we scrape together our down payment, and getting our belongings pared down and organized.

Progress on the Home-buying Front

Well, the house we were trying to buy didn't work out.

We had it inspected and learned that it needs serious foundation work, as well as a lot of electrical work and some plumbing. We had hoped to fix it up with a 203k loan, but that won't cover foundation work, and with all the problems the house has, we wouldn't have anything left for cosmetic work or appliances. On top of that, Citibank, which owns the house (a foreclosure) was fighting us every step of the way (asking for much more than the standard amount of earnest money, not giving us much time for inspections, etc.). After a few weeks of alternating between stress and excitement we finally decided it was best to walk away.

We were really disappointed when we began to realize that fixing up this cute 1904 house on a corner lot was a pipe dream, but just as we were coming to a decision we found another house in the neighborhood for sale in our price range. It's a bit more expensive and on a less desirable lot, but it's in a better location (closer in and in easier walking distance of a lot of businesses). We made an offer the day we viewed it and it's been accepted!

We had it inspected last weekend and it will need some work, but nothing like what the last one needed. The 203k loan will cover new windows, roof repairs, exterior paint, and some electrical work. Our biggest worry is that the root of a tree made a hole in one of the walls of the basement. The owner agreed to repair it before closing, but it's looking like the repairs may cost more than the estimate he had gotten, which may mean we'll have to renegotiate. We should be hearing back about the cost sometime today. Some other people have made offers on the house, so we're nervous about the outcome.

If we do get the house we'd like to do more to it in the long term (floors, maybe put an extension where the back deck is, so we can have a bigger kitchen and have basement access from inside the house; maybe eventually finish the attic), but with just some minor work it could be a very livable space for us.

The other piece of the puzzle is coming up with some more money for the down payment. We've spent hundreds of dollars on inspections in the past month, so we're a little shorter than we expected to be at this stage. We've been very good about not eating out or buying anything unnecessary, but it's still been tough to save. Fortunately summer is the busy season for both of our jobs, so we should be able to manage.

We're hoping to close before the end of July and be moved in by the beginning of August.

We've both decided that we really like the neighborhood and will continue looking around there if this house doesn't work out.

My aunt and uncle who've been giving us lots of advice and moral support bought us brunch at Bar Carlo a couple of times. While we were there we ran into a friend of my cousin's who lives nearby and is about to open a new bar on Foster, as well. We've also gotten a good vibe from the neighbors we've met.

My commute to work will still be an easy bus ride (just slightly longer than the ride from our home in Kerns). It will be a big change for Robert, though. We currently live just a mile from where he works, so he can easily walk or ride his bike when the weather's nice on days when he doesn't have to get across town for evening classes. From Fo-Po it's about 4 miles, which he'll have to travel at rush hour. The fastest bus ride is 45 minutes. I don't see him getting up early enough to do that on a regular basis. I think we'll both need to get better bikes if we're going to ride longer distances to work, and that won't be in the budget any time soon.

Could Foster-Powell Be Our New Home?

A couple of weeks ago we made an offer on a house in Montavilla, but the listing agent seems to be pretty disorganized and hasn't been able to tell us if anyone's even looked at it yet. We know that there were a couple of offers ahead of ours, so we're more-or-less giving up on that one.

Over the weekend we viewed a house we liked in Foster-Powell and have decided to make an offer on it.

We had not given much thought to moving to that neighborhood, but a few houses in our price range had popped up in our searches and we decided we should at least check some out. I wrote down a couple of addresses and debated whether or not to include a third that was further southeast. I decided we might as well give it a chance, because it was bigger than most things in our price range, and it turned out to have a lot of potential. It's definitely a fixer, but much cheaper than many of the places we've looked at and on a very nice lot. It will definitely need new floors and windows, and we will want to do some major renovations in the finished attic and turn the unfinished basement into a usable space. It would be a lot of work, but we're excited about the prospect of getting to shape it into the kind of home we want. I was relieved to discover that I can still get downtown on just one bus, too!

Last night I was reading about the neighborhood online and learned that the Foster-Powell Neighborhood Association had its May meeting today, so I decided it was the perfect opportunity for me to go learn more about the area and meet some community members and find out if it was a place I could really imagine living in comfortably.

While there are a lot of charming houses and some nice parks in the area, I couldn't help wondering whether the area still sometimes referred to as "felony flats" had transformed into a vibrant community, and if it had, whether it was a place where a young childless couple would fit in or if we would feel isolated and find the neighborhood boring.

Upon arriving at Sweetness Bakery I was pleasantly surprised to see how many people had turned out to attend the meeting (I'd say around 25). Everyone was friendly and welcoming and I was relieved to see a wide age range, including a few people who I'm pretty sure were younger than myself.

It quickly became apparent that while the neighborhood is certainly not as hip as Kerns (where we currently rent a house) and lacks some things that we desire in a neighborhood, that the residents are actively working towards making Foster-Powell a more lively, walkable, safe, and attractive part of town.

Like the house we hope to soon call our home, Foster-Powell needs some work, but is full of potential. I am pleased to know that the first and perhaps most difficult step, establishing a group of people committed to working towards a common goal, has already been achieved.

Junk (or) Food?

A few days ago while perusing Facebook I came across a New York Times piece about a blogger who lost her high paying job and now dumpster dives to feed her family. I was reminded of my young starving artist friends in Columbus, Ohio who did this a decade ago, even before the recession hit.

One guy knew some employees at a local bagel shop who double bagged all the store's day old bagels in clear trash bags and tossed them in the dumpster. If he got there in time he could score dozens of free bagels.

Some others would go to the dumpster at World Market where they could find things like gourmet chocolates, just past their sell-by date, the box still wrapped in cellophane.

I never got my own food that way (though I certainly partook in the offerings of my resourceful friends on occasion), but my first apartment was furnished with a wide variety of slightly damaged items that my roommate and I found abandoned in our back ally. Among these treasures was a fuzzy-sounding, but functional antique record console. I had only a few records, but my roommate had a fantastic collection. It was in our eclectically decorated living room that I first fell in love with Hank Williams, Sr. and Stevie Wonder. There was nothing more exciting for us than discovering a new treasure that some neighbor had discarded. What we didn't scavenge from the street we got as hand-me-downs from friends and family or bought at our neighborhood Volunteers of America thrift store for next to nothing.

Portland is a city with a real appreciation for things old and used. I think far less goes to waste here than in many other cities. The downside is that it's more challenging to find such items for free and the thrift stores, while plentiful, are pricier and more picked over.

But even in Portland's ultra-green culture there is a stigma surrounding this kind of living. Many people would rather buy cheap, poorly constructed, new consumer goods than used ones, much less pull them out of a dumpster. I think this clip from Portlandia expresses what the general populace thinks about dumpster diving O

While this is meant to be satire, most things on the show are only a slight exaggeration of Portland culture. I can't help but worry that poking fun in this way may only serve to perpetuate the cultural divide between those who reuse/upcycle and those who think doing so is icky.

Everyone I've known who gathered the discarded goods of others was pretty conscious of sanitation. Certainly there are people who eat food straight out of the trash, but I do think this is an area in which one's standards are usually relative to one's level of desperation. Most environmental activists wouldn't go so far as to eat something they found that might be unsafe to eat for the sake of avoiding waste.

I often wonder at what most people are willing to put in their bodies without a second thought ("foods" made from genetically modified crops and artificial substances and riddled with pesticides and antibiotics) while maintaining the notion that it's unsafe and disgusting to eat something that someone else didn't want and tossed in a bin simply to get it out of the way.

I am fortunate to be financially stable enough to be on the throwing away side of the equation, but not to such an extent that I can afford to throw away much.

Ever since I moved out of my parents' home I've cringed at the thought of letting food go to waste. When I spent two years as an unemployed student in Eugene scraping by on student loans and whatever I could get for selling my books, clothes, and plasma, I gained a deeper appreciation for having enough to eat.

I learned a lot about avoiding waste during the years I spent as a line cook at small independent restaurants in my early to mid twenties. I don't always do it as much as I should, but I try to remember to save my vegetable scraps to make stock for soup, to use up older ingredients before opening new ones, to make substitutions in recipes in order to use what I have available instead of buying extra items that I am unlikely to use again, to label and date food containers so that I know what I have and how old it is. In addition to creating less waste, this saves money. It's something that I am trying to be more consistent about.

It's mind-boggling how much perfectly good food goes to waste in this country between corporate policies (an old roommate of mine was written up by one of his managers at Wild Oats for eating soup that was going to be thrown away) and thoughtless or absent-minded consumers (myself included). A 2008 New York Times article sites a government study that shows that 27 percent of America's food available for consumption is thrown away. Of course a lot of that is perishable items that weren't used in time (something that can be prevented with better planning), but certainly a significant portion is discarded long before it becomes unsafe to eat.

It's daunting to imagine how much space in landfills is taken up by the day old bagels that went un-salvaged.

Getting Around

As the weather has turned drearier and the days have become shorter, my bike-riding motivation has dwindled. Last week I didn't ride at all, which I can blame partially on the fact that I was house sitting in a different neighborhood. I rode only one day a week for the two weeks before that. I'm trying to make a point of riding on days when the weather is particularly bearable, but these are becoming fewer and farther between. I need to work on this. I can feel the lack of exercise slowly eating away at my energy level. Ugh. Vicious circle.

I have, at least, continued to get to work by public transit the vast majority of the time.

House sitting near MLK and Alberta last week afforded me the opportunity to try out some different commuting routes. I took the MAX home one day, not remembering how far Interstate is from MLK over there. It was about a 15 minute walk, which is certainly doable, but not always ideal. After that I took the 6 to and from work, which only takes 5 minutes longer than my commute from home in Kerns. In the past I had only taken the 6 north from inner SE or NE, and hadn't even realized that it went across the river to the heart of downtown. Good to know! I also got to explore the neighborhood a bit on foot. I bought some groceries (produce, fresh bagels, and Cafe Mam beans) at the Alberta Co-op and got coffee (in a completely compostable cup) at Extracto.

Tonight I took the 20 further east than I ever have to attend a GRE study group at the Midland Library on SE 122nd. I rarely go out to that area and think of it as being far away, but it was only a 20 minute bus ride. The 20 runs frequently enough, even in the evening, that it was quite easy and convenient to get there and back from my neighborhood.

The more I use Trimet the more impressed I am with how easy it is to get around, even outside of the downtown area. Now, if only I could count on the buses not passing my stops before their scheduled times, commuting would be very low stress for me most of the time!

Tomorrow I have a new challenge. I work at 4am, but the earliest Trimet could get me to work is after 5. The chances of my motivating myself to ride my bike to work in the rain at 3:30 am are slim. I was thinking about walking, but am not sure how wise it would be to go for a 45 minute walk by myself in the middle of the night. Robert expressed concern about the idea and offered to drop me off if I wake him up when it's time to go. I am still debating whether or not to take him up on it. I probably won't decide until morning.

Trouble with Trimet

This I had my first really bad Trimet commuting experience.

There were a lot of issues this evening (most notably the MAX stopping service during President Obama's arrival at the Oregon Convention Center), but my trouble was long before that came into play.

This morning I used Trimet's Trip Planner, as I often do, to determine which bus I would take to work. There were a 12 and a 19 (about equidistant from me) at the same time. I decided to catch the 19 because it would get me to my destination a few minutes earlier than the 12 would. That is, it would have if I had succeeded in catching it.

I began the two block walk 3 minutes before the bus was due, expecting the it to arrive at my stop about a minute after I got there. When I was a block away I saw the bus blow by the stop on Glisan two minutes before the Trip Planner told me it would arrive, according to the time on my cell phone.

I ran down the residential street of which I had reached the corner, hoping I might be able to beat it to the next stop, but I was not so lucky. I immediately called the Trimet info line (503-238-7433) to find out when the next 19 would arrive at my stop. It was supposed to come in 20 minutes. So much for getting to work early!

As the minutes passed a few more riders arrived at the stop. One man periodically stepped out into the street to watch for our bus. As the scheduled arrival time drew near I wondered if this one would be early like the last, and peered down the street. I could see the previous stop and there was no bus in sight. Two 19s going the other way had already gone by.

After a few more minutes the bus still had not appeared. I called the info line again and it now listed the time of the next bus. I hung up and called back, entering the code for service alerts this time, but the recording informed me that there were no service alerts for my bus line. I could tell the other people at the stop were beginning to become agitated, too.

I called the number one more time and this time entered the code for customer service. After a minute or so on hold I got to talk to a person. I explained to her that my bus had been early and that the next one was now 12 minutes late. She said she didn't know of any delays, but said that she would check. It turned out, she informed me, that the overdue bus had never left the garage!

She was able to tell me the expected arrival time of the next bus and also answered my questions about nearby lines and even offered to call or email my employer to explain why I would be late. I must say I was impressed with the customer service I received from the line (I have not yet gotten a reply from Trimet's Twitter account).

I finally reached my destination nearly an hour later than expected.

I expect public transit to have issues from time to time. I know that some delays are unavoidable. I have, however, noticed that buses, especially in the Kerns neighborhood, often leave (or pass) stops a minute or two early. My roommate, who also frequently commutes by bus, has had the same trouble.

Also, Trimet's failure to put information about the bus that never came on their info line resulted in a number of riders (at least 5 at my stop alone) from finding alternative transportation. I could have gotten where I was going much sooner if I'd known the 19 wasn't coming and had walked a couple of blocks to catch the 12.

I don't mind doing the extra planning it takes to commute without a car, but if I can't get accurate information about when buses are arriving, planning is futile.

I think Trimet is far superior to the public transit in many other cities, but there are some things it really needs to work on.

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Update 10/21 (the next day):

Trimet responded to my tweets this morning. They requested details from me and confirmed that the first bus was, by their clock, 1 minute early, and the second was out of service.

A Sustainable Music Industry?

Since the last time I wrote I have changed jobs, but fortunately for me, my new place of employment is on the same bus route as my old one. It's also only a 20 minute bike ride, though I've only motivated myself to do that once so far.

The hours are less regular, which I actually like. I occasionally have to work early mornings, but often don't work until afternoon. I don't find it too difficult to get up early once or twice a week. The work is fun, too, which makes it much easier!

The job is in promotions for a local company that owns six radio stations and my favorite part involves shooting video of live music performances. Recordings of the music are broadcast on the radio and the video later goes on the website of the station.

On Monday I had the pleasure of working when Guster, whose new album comes out on October 5th, played. Not only did the band play a fantastic live set, but band member Adam Gardner discussed the awesome non-profit organization that he and his wife founded in 2004. Reverb works to make the music industry more sustainable. One of their primary projects is helping musicians to reduce the environmental impact of their tours, including the likes of, Barenaked Ladies, Ben Folds, Red hot Chili Peppers, Bonnie Raitt, Jack Johnson, Sheryl Crow, John Mayer, Dave Matthews Band, Norah Jones, and one of my personal favorites, Andrew Bird. Pretty impressive!

Adjusting to the Working Life

I think I overdid the cycling last week and my right knee has been bothering me since the weekend. I decided I better give it a rest until it feels better, so I haven't ridden my bike at all this week. It's definitely feeling better than it did on Monday, but I think I need to give it at least another day to recover before I start riding again.

My plan has been to take the bus to work every day, but in order to do so I need to leave the house 20 minutes earlier than when I ride my bike. I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping and as a result have really struggled with getting up in the morning. Even once I've had coffee it's been taking me a long time to be able to think clearly and get organized.

Monday I got off to a late start and Robert gave me a ride to work. After work we went to the gym, which is near my office, together, so I caught a ride home with him, too.

Tuesday I barely caught my bus and was so tired that I left some things I needed at home. After checking in with my boss I had to walk back to the bus stop, catch a bus back home and then another back to work, which took an hour! Later in the day they sent me back to the east side for a drug screening (required for all new employees). I took the 20 to MLK and then took the 6 north. By the time I got back to work after the screening I'd been gone for two hours. Having my bike would have saved me a lot of time! After work I had a meeting and then had to figure out how to get home with no money left for bus fare. I was too tired to walk all the way home, but as I was walking by the MAX tracks remembered that I was in the free rail zone (formerly fareless sqaure). I hopped on the blue line and took it to Lloyd Center. I was only about a mile from home, but was too exhausted to walk all the way, so Robert picked me up halfway.

This morning I missed the 12 and Robert took me to work again. I at least took the bus home after work.

Every day I get home from work thinking that I'm going to go to sleep early, but it never seems to happen. I've been in bed by 11 most nights, sometimes earlier, but I haven't fallen asleep before midnight, and usually not until after one. I don't think my transportation track record is going to improve until I start getting more rest and my knee heals.

Now that I've gotten pretty comfortable riding my bike, I much prefer it to commuting by bus (as long as I don't have much to carry). I hope I can start riding again soon.

Food has been another struggle since I started working full time. It's been tough to adjust to not having lots of free time for things like grocery shopping, planning meals, and cooking. For about the first week at my job I was eating out a lot. Robert bought groceries the other night, including a bunch of Higher Taste Breakfast Buzzitos, which I became obsessed with while I was in school. They're pricey, but cheaper than buying a meal at a restaurant, and they're pretty healthy and quite filling, not to mention locally made. Upon my request, he also bought a bunch of fresh fruit. I've been taking some to work with me every day for an afternoon snack. It really helps to keep me from feeling the need to buy food while I'm out.

I've been too tired to cook after work most days, which is really frustrating. Tonight I made smoothies, last night I ate a couple veggie dogs at the Kerns picnic, and Monday I ate leftover fish from the night before. I may end up having cereal for dinner tomorrow, because I think I've eaten just about all the quick and easy to prepare food in the house.

Adventures in Getting Around

I've had a busy couple of weeks that have forced me to work on figuring out how get around without a car.

Last Wed. I started a full time job in the Pearl District. I have to be there at 8am Monday through Friday, which is a challenge for me, not being a morning person.

On the day of my interview I was running late because our printer broke when I was trying to print out my resume. I called Robert and asked him to print it out for me at work. Fortunately his was on the way, but it was too late for me to catch a bus, get off to get my resume, and wait for another bus and still get there on time.

I was very lucky that we have a house guest, Ariel, who offered to give me a ride. I got there a few minutes early, resume in hand, and got the job. I began training that day.

On the next day that I worked Robert and I had to drop one of the cats at the vet before work, so we took his car and he dropped me off.

On Monday I decided to take the bus. The 20 would get me closest to my destination, but the altered schedule (it is temporarily rerouted to go down Glisan) is not posted online. One of these days I'll write down the stop ID number so that I can call the Trimet info line (503-238-RIDE) to plan my trip from home, but until then I have to choose between the 12 and the 19.

The stops for both routes are close by. The 12 takes me a few blocks closer to work than the 19, but in order to catch it I have to cross Sandy Blvd. during the morning rush, which can slow me down considerably. The 19 has the advantage of sharing nearby stops with the 20.

On Monday I opted for the 19, hoping that the 20 might show up first. It did not, so I had about a fifteen minute walk after I got off on W Burnside. At the end of the day I felt stir-crazy, so I decided to walk home instead of taking another bus trip.

The next day I finally got up the courage to ride my bike to work. I looked at the bike route online and determined that it was do-able. I took the Steel Bridge across the river (cars cross on the top level and the lower level is split into a train bridge and a bike and pedestrian bridge) and then road up NW Couch, which has a lot of stop signs and could really stand to be repaved in spots, but isn't very steep and doesn't have as much traffic as I feared it might.

The ride only took twenty minutes and getting some exercise really helped me to wake up. After a stressful day at work the ride home was a welcome relief, too.

On Wednesday I attempted to take the same route, but when I reached the entrance to the bike bridge I discovered that the gate was closed. No explanation was given and no alternate route was suggested. A couple of other cyclists had stopped in front of it and were trying to figure out what to do next and more were coming up behind us.

I knew that the Broadway Bridge, which I almost never use, was the next bridge to the north and the Burnside Bridge was the next one to the south. I wasn't sure which would get me closer to work and wasn't sure how bike-friendly Broadway was. I had ridden across Burnside in the past, but not since the big Burnside/Couch rerouting began. I remembered that my roommate, Ashley, sometimes road across Burnside to get to work, and had mentioned that there was a bike lane, so I decided to give it a shot, which is a good thing, because I later learned that the Broadway Bridge is closed.

I had to ride back up the ramp and back up Lloyd. I wasn't sure what the best bike route over to Burnside is, but I decided MLK would probably be the fastest way to go. Traffic was heavy and there is no bike lane, so I decided to stick to the sidewalk.

Getting across the bridge was no problem, but the bike lane ends immediately after you reach the other side, so I had to ride a short distance in rush hour traffic, trying to stay out of the way of buses. It was a little nerve-wracking, but there were a number of other cyclists going the same way and the drivers seemed to be accustomed to sharing the road.

I had left a little early that morning, hoping I'd have time to pick up something to eat before work, but after taking the detour I had no flexibility in my schedule and had to work on an empty stomach until lunch.

I had planned to ride my bike to a meeting in the South Waterfront District after work, but just as I was getting ready to leave I remembered that I had left my bike lights at home. I knew that the meeting would go until at least 9 and I would have about a half hour ride home, so I decided I had to go home and get them. I rode as fast as I could, but by the time I got home I only had 2o minutes before the meeting began. Robert offered me a ride and I accepted.

The next morning I had a really hard time waking up and discovered that the shirt I wanted to wear was wrinkled and had to go back in the dryer. Robert was running late, too, and had decided to drive to work and offered me a ride. Again, I accepted. I did walk home most of the way home, at least.

So I got rides to work three of my first six days, took the bus to work once and took it home from work twice, road my bike to and from work twice, and walked home twice. So I relied on a car for transportation 1/4 of the time.

I have Friday off and on Saturday I have to borrow Robert's car to drive to an out-of-town company event that I can't get to by bus or train. Monday I get a fresh start and hope to improve my car-free travel record.

In addition to getting around Portland, I also made a trip down to Eugene last weekend.

The trip is usually a little under two hours each way by car and requires just under a tank of gas, which would cost around $50. By bus or train it's about two and 1/2 hours (if there are no delays) and the cost is about the same.

I decided to take the train down after work on Friday (the Amtrak station is a short walk from the office) and opted to take the Greyhound bus back because it left later than the Amtrak bus or train.

The train left on time and even with some extra passengers who had been put on the train because their bus was running late, it wasn't very crowded and the seat next to me was open allowing me to stretch out and keeps my bags with me. Unfortunately, just before we reached the Albany station we were informed that a freight train had broken down up ahead, and we would have to stop until it was running again.

We stopped at the station, and we were allowed to get out and stretch our legs. After about an hour the freight train was far from being fixed and Amtrak sent a bus to take us the rest of the way (about an hour's drive).

Every seat on the bus was full, but at least we were moving. I arrived in Eugene an hour behind schedule.

On Sunday I arrived at the Eugene Greyhound Station about twenty minutes before my departure. I hadn't taken the Greyhound since I moved out west six years ago and wasn't sure what to expect.

The station, with few windows and metal benches, was far less inviting than the Eugene Amtrak station, which has a lot of natural light and wooden benches.

When I walked in about fifteen people were sitting in the waiting area, many of them watching a flat screen TV. I walked up to the roped off area that led to the counter and waited for someone to help me. There were no employees in sight. After a few minutes another girl got in line behind me. She and I stood there wondering what was going on for about another ten minutes before we heard a man shout that it was time to board. One woman in the waiting area called back to him that she still needed to pick up her ticket and he told her she would have to wait. He also announced that the restroom on the bus was out of order, so if anyone needed to go, now was the time.

Finally the man, who seemed irritated, appeared behind the counter and I informed him that I had a reservation. He told me that I was lucky, that people often couldn't get on the bus when they showed up five minutes before departure. I had been there for about fifteen minutes, but didn't feel like arguing. I finally got my ticket and made a very quick bathroom stop before boarding the bus, which was almost completely full. I squeezed my way through the narrow aisle and found an empty row near the back. I grabbed the window seat and the girl who'd been behind me in line sat next to me.

In addition to being crowded, the bus was not as well-kept as the Amtrak buses I've ridden. Everything looked old, the ceiling was stained, and there was trash stuffed between my seat and the wall.

The driver reminded us that the restroom was out of order and said everyone would have to wait until we reached Portland, because the station in Salem (the only stop in between) was closed. After some people complained, the driver made a quick stop at a rest stop along the way. We got to Portland more-or-less on time.

I'm kind of amazed that Greyhound charges as much as Amtrak when their buses aren't as well maintained and their service is far inferior. I can't imagine why anyone would choose Greyhound when given the choice.

The train is by far the most comfortable way to travel, but is more prone to delays than the buses (this has been my experience on previous trips, as well). I usually opt for the train if one on the Cascades line is available, unless I'm really worried about getting someplace quickly or the price (which varies from time to time) is significantly higher than the bus fare. The Coast Starlight is much more likely to be delayed and is also more expensive, so I avoid it.

The Amtrak bus is more comfortable than the Greyhound. I'm not sure which is more reliable, but I think they're both more reliable than the train.

In the future, I will continue to take the train whenever I can. If I need to be someplace at a certain time I'm more likely to go for the Amtrak bus. I will take the Greyhound only if I have no other choice.

Low-Cost Entertainment and Low-Stress Transportation

Robert made me a copy of his car key over the weekend and I'm pleased to say that the thought of using it hasn't crossed my mind yet.

I was admittedly a bit of a homebody early this week--of course it's easier not to spend money on frivolous things when you stay home, and because most of the things I need to do can be done from home, I haven't had many excuses to go out. It's been relaxing, but I've also been feeling a bit stir crazy. The last couple of days I've been finding some free and cheap things to do around town, all easily accessible without driving.

On Tuesday I spent the day at home, but in the evening I went for a four-mile run around NE and SE Portland. It was a beautiful day, not too hot like last week. It was nice to just get out and experience the area on foot without feeling tempted to stop anyplace for a snack or a drink.

Meanwhile, the Kerns picnic was going on at Oregon Park, just a short walk from my home. I met my friend Tim there in time to catch the second half of Wes Anderson's Fantastic Mr. Fox, which was projected on a big screen. Afterwards we grabbed a beer at the Laurelthirst Pub where there was free live music.

Yesterday I bought a Trimet day pass and took the 20 downtown. I scored a free sandwich at Lunch 2.o and spent a couple bucks on coffee at Floyd's.

I've been wanting to get some new (as in used, but new to me) clothes for job interviews and such, so I walked over to Buffalo Exchange where I spent two exhausting hours looking for and trying on clothes. I ended up leaving with two items, which cost me $25. I'll have to try some other places another day. I've gotten some recommendations for other shops, most of them not too far from home.

After shopping I was starving. I was tempted to get food downtown, but resisted the temptation and hopped back on the bus. At least I remembered to bring a bottle of water with me.

After making dinner and doing some things around the house I headed back downtown to attend a free show at Berbati's, which my friend Em opened.

I'm amazed at how much less stressful it is to go downtown by bus than by car! I've always thought of my car as something that gave me more freedom, but I'm now realizing how often I avoided going places because I didn't want to deal with driving in traffic or with trying to park. Taking the bus makes it so much easier. It's nice to get to relax and look out the window or to be able to return phone calls and text messages in transit.

A lot of my friends ride their bikes from the east side to downtown. I tried it a couple times a few years ago, but never found a route I felt comfortable with and found the traffic to be pretty intimidating. That's something I'll have to work on. But for now walking and riding the bus are serving me well.

Tonight I'm planning to attend the launch party for a new local publication, which I'm very excited about. Portland Afoot is a guide to getting around the city without a car. I feel very lucky to have yet another great resource to look to as I try to navigate this new lifestyle.

The End of an Era

On Friday my 1990 Volvo 240 wagon, the only car I’ve ever had and the one I drove across the country in when I moved from Ohio to Oregon in 2004, rolled away on the back of a flatbed tow truck, never to return.

We’ve been through a lot together, my car and I. We traveled about 70,000 miles together in 16 states, DC, and Canada. We had many adventures and perhaps just as many misadventures.

But the epoch of the American road trip as we know it is coming to a close. As the ecological consequences of driving become more apparent, gas prices continue to rise, and city traffic worsens, it’s in the back of all drivers’ minds that this can’t go on forever.

For years I’ve known that my transportation habits would eventually need to change, but as long as I had a functioning car, it was easy to put off.

Now a variety of circumstances have joined forces to create a situation in which my continuing to drive is no longer the path of least resistance:

1. A couple years ago my car (while parked outside my home) was hit by a (presumably drunk) driver, leaving it totaled. The culprit fled the scene and my insurance company told me that I could keep the car (which is still totally drivable) and get a little over $100 or I could relinquish it and get $300. I struggled with making a decision and managed to put off doing so until....

2. My registration recently expired and when I went to the DMV I was informed that in order to re-register my car I would first need to obtain a new title that says that my car is totaled. Doing all of this would be costly and involves more bureaucracy than I care to stomach.

3.Last month I graduated from UO and moved back to Portland, where my husband, Robert, remained for the two years I lived in Eugene. This means I no longer have to make the trip between the two cities, which I was doing about twice a month; I now live in a city with good public transit that runs late enough to be useful to me; and on the occasion that I need to go someplace that's not accessible by public transit or I need to move heavy furniture, I can potentially use Robert's car--there's really no reason why we need to have two cars now.

Shortly after getting settled in my new home I enlisted the help of my friend Cora, one of the more serious cyclists I know, in shopping for a decent used bike for no more than $300 (the amount I will get for relinquishing my car).

We started at the Bike Exchange, where I immediately found a red Raleigh hybrid in my size for $175. I rode it around the parking lot and found that it felt just like the Trek mountain bike that I got when I was 14 and rode until it was stolen about 4 years ago. I liked the bike, but simply don't know enough about bikes to be sure whether it was worth the money or if there was anything wrong with it.

The bike passed Cora's test, but I thought we should look at a few more stores before I made a final decision, and the salesman (I think he was the owner, but am not certain) encouraged us to do so, which I appreciated.

Next we went to the Recyclery. We walked in and the man who was working there walked right past us without acknowledging us. We wandered around for a few minutes unsure of how things were organized. I was looking at a Trek when the man snapped at me "that's not for sale!" I backed away from it, kind of shocked.

A moment later Cora called over to him "is this one for sale?" as she pulled a bike off a stand. "

"No," he replied with a hint of irritation in his voice. "If it has a tag, it's not for sale."

"Well, which ones are for sale?" Cora asked.

"Those ones," he answered, gesturing vaguely in the direction of an area of the shop where a cluster of only three bikes stood.

"That man really did not want to sell us a bike," I said to Cora as we left.

We poked our heads into Clever Cycles, but everything there was new and way out of my price range, so we decided to head over to Citybikes, which we had both heard good things about. I became aware almost immediately that nothing there was in my price range either, and none of it looked used (Robert later explained to me that their bikes are "rebuilt", not "used"). We planned to check out one more shop on Belmont, but couldn't remember exactly where it was, and at that point we were getting sick of shopping.

Cora assured me that I would not be making too hasty a decision if I went ahead and bought the Raleigh, so we went back to the Bike Exchange. When we walked into the shop I noticed a sign that said "Cash Only." It was fortuitous that my Eugene sub-letter had only days before paid his rent to me in cash, and I had not gotten around to depositing it in the bank yet. The man gave me a handwritten receipt so that I could bring the bike back for repairs if I had any trouble (they will fix it for free if anything is needed within two weeks of purchase, but do not accept returns). Cora found a bike seat that she wanted, but didn't have any cash. The man was nice enough to let her take it home and come back to pay for it later. He helped us load the bike onto the rack on the back of Cora's car before we headed next door to Taqueria Los Gorditos. Yum.

A bike mechanic who works out of the garage next to one Robert was moving out of was nice enough to take a look at my new purchase for me. He said that it was in good shape and he probably would have sold it for the same price or maybe a little more. He did mention that it looked like the shop hadn't done anything to it and he offered to oil it up for me.

I've been riding it a few days a week for the last two weeks and so far it is serving me well, though I am still getting my bike muscles back. I was also able to buy lights, a new helmet, and a lock without spending more than I'll get for my car (as soon as the paperwork comes in the mail).

In addition to riding my new bike and walking (which I've always enjoyed doing in this city, especially in the summer) I've also been taking Trimet quite a bit. I can easily get downtown on the 12, the 19, or the 20, which only takes about 10 minutes. It's much less stressful than driving and having to look for a parking space. It's also a huge relief to have multiple bus lines in close walking distance from our NE home, so that if I miss one I can just walk a few blocks and hop on another.

Yesterday afternoon I took the 12 the other direction and went to Trader Joe's (my first sans-car grocery shopping trip since I've gotten to Portland).The online schedule said that it would arrive about 4 minutes earlier than the recording on the Trimet info line did. The latter turned out to be correct.

I decided to get a day pass, as I planned to go out again later, and wanted to continue to familiarize myself with the Trimet system.

Once I reached the store, which was surprisingly crowded for 3pm on a weekday, I quickly realized that I would not be able to carry my groceries if I got everything on my list, but I did manage to get most of it and it all fit into the three bags I had brought with me. They were heavy, but I managed to get them home without dropping anything or injuring myself, though I do have a hickey-like mark on my shoulder from one of the straps. I think I will opt not to wear flip flops next time, and maybe try to find a bag with padded straps.

After cooling off and putting my groceries away, I hopped back on the west-bound 12 and got off at 12th and Couch where I transferred to the 70, which I took to 11th and Belmont. I walked a couple blocks west to the Green Dragon for Beer and Blog.

Afterwards I took the 70 north to Multnomah and walked up to the Rose and Thistle to meet my friend Bonnie for a drink. I was feeling pretty dehydrated at that point and immediately ordered a glass of water before deciding on a cocktail. I've got to remember to carry a water bottle with me, especially during a heat wave like this.

Later Robert met us at Thatch, which was fun, but extremely warm and humid. By the time we left, it had cooled down quite a bit outside and Robert and I had a pleasant walk home.

I really enjoyed my first official car-free day, but I know that once I find full time employment and the warm, sunny weather fades getting around will be neither this leisurely nor this comfortable. But I hope that by that time I will be familiar and comfortable enough doing it that I won't be too miserable. I just have to form new habits and right now I truly have the perfect opportunity to do so.