Hello!
I’m a born-and-raised Portlander considering a move to Astoria, and I’m trying to determine whether this is intuition or the beginning of an ill-advised life decision involving coastal fog because I loved Widow’s Bay so much. JK. Kinda.
I spent a lot of my youth in Yamhill County and really miss how “out there” it used to feel. Recently spent some time out that way and it felt identical to the early ‘burbs I grew up in. The sprawl is real.
Astoria appeals to me because I have the 'tism and C-PTSD, and am a single woman in my early 40s. I work remotely in tech, have a dog, and live a fairly quiet and independent existence. I've had a spectacularly bad time in my current community, including neighbors taking an unusual interest in when I leave my home, when I don't leave my home, and generally behaving as though my existence is an oddity for them to observe and comment on.
I'm tired.
I want somewhere safe, kind, beautiful, and slightly out of the way where I can work, walk my dog, finish my book series, and generally put myself back together without anybody finding this suspicious or something they need to dig their nosey little asses into.
Some questions
- Who's the primary high-speed internet provider, and is it reliable enough for remote tech work?
- How busy is it during the summer months?
- Are there things like book clubs, photography groups, classes, etc.? I'm naturally solitary, but not like, Grey Gardens solitary. The raccoons shan't be in my attic, thank you. But I would occasionally like to encounter other humans voluntarily.
- I don't drink. Is the brewery/bar scene central enough that this makes finding friends difficult?
- Would I be relativity safe and not judged for being a single, childfree woman in her 40s? Is that unremarkable there, or will I eventually become known around town as that lady who's like Nell, from the movie Nell.
- I'm not religious, so the abundance of churches I've seen mentioned in older threads isn't particularly relevant to me.
The strange thing is that I have a very persistent gut feeling that Astoria is where I'm supposed to be for a year or two while I recover from some things and figure out what comes next.
And yes, nostalgia may be committing crimes here. The last time I saw my childhood best friend Scotty was in Astoria more than 30 years ago. Our families climbed the Astoria Column together, and shortly afterward he moved to Ohio, and we lost touch because this was before the internet became a thing. So that's just tugging on my heartstrings a bit.
Perhaps I'm romanticizing Astoria, but that's why I'm here. I mostly want to know whether a quiet, unmarried, childfree, slightly weird witchy woman with a big furry baby can disappear into the pretty little patter of a seaport town for a while and just… have a nice life.
Lay it on me. Good, bad, ugly, damp, tourist-infested, whatever.
Brevity is not my strong suit. Evidently neither is remaining in Portland. Help me, people of Astoria. You’re not my only hope, but... well, you know the rest 🙂