#289 - Don't Like Being Quiet

​Near Portland

Two days ago, Don and I reached our home away from home, in Clackamas, OR. We're renting the basement "apt", of a family home for 6 weeks. What were we thinking?

I felt my age when we made 10 trips to unload the car... with bigger loads than this first photo! Quite a hike for a couple of oldsters. There were 30 steps up and down, to reach the rear entrance.  

Like Teen

I felt like a giddy teen when I saw the entrance to the Theatre Room. So funny that our Airbnb has this. 

Then I felt like a pouty teen when I saw the House Rules. Quiet time after 9. No guests. What?

College Dorm

​When I saw the kitchen area, I felt like a college student in my new dorm. We learned the hot plate could only be used outside. (smoke issues) The tiny sink could barely hold a plate. The mini freezer needed defrosting.

However, there actually is an outdoor kitchen. Again, this is an odd arrangement and not so good for all the rainy days. We'll see. 

Being Quiet

Don and I are used to adapting. It's like camping or staying at quirky hotels. Making it work is the fun challenge. But I am having the hardest time learning how to be quiet, after months of very loud quarantining. With owners above, I feel like we need to whisper and tiptoe.

But we came to Portland to help Heidi and Jamie move and to welcome their new baby in Feb! We saw them on Tuesday for the first time. We are merging our quarantine bubbles for a couple months. On Tuesday they came to our BnB. No guests? Oh well. We had carryout dinner and happily got caught up. We did not whisper and we were not quiet. How can you be quiet when you feel your granddaughter kick!

I hope we can stay here 6 weeks without being kicked out.
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