One year later:
I've moved 4 times, made some amazing friends, lost some friends, finished writing a book (now I just need to print it), started drawing, and seen some purely awesome places.
But it wasn't until about 2 or 3 months ago it finally sunk into my soul: I'm home. This is where I strive. This is where I learned who I am and that I am awkward and quirky and that is fine. I've never felt more in my element than when I'm walking under giant old Sequoias and Doug Firs on a cool, grey day.
I've never felt more at ease and confident I can take over the world; whatever that may mean.
Thank you Oregon for giving me a home. Looking forward to many more years of art and adventures.
My name is A.B. Corduroy and I moved to Portlandia to retire young. Long live Cascadia.
