One year ago.

We stepped off the plane and made a beeline for the coast. It was rainy, grey, practically empty. And we thought it was spectacular.

We had arrived for an interview, to dip our toes in the water and see how Portland felt.

There was still a bit of disbelief when he said, "Yes, I'll take the job." When the house sold in under a day. When all of our belongings were packed on a truck. When our two-car caravan pointed west, and off we went.

We haven't quite put our faces under yet, but so far, the wading sure feels nice.