Who needs clothes or toiletries when you have the internet!

Heard from Matt. He and his dad arrived in Portland a scant 14 hours late (South Carolina is nice this time of year), baggage lost, but at least Teddy and Cow arrived unscathed along with our lease agreement and Matt's laptop.

I have to go get the laundry and pack.

T minus 0 days for Matt. He refuses to write anything witty or charming. Apparently being packed is more important then writing an entry 1 hour before he leaves. Go figure.

Though he did come up with the blog name and I came up with the URL. Both are in homage to the much loved game The Oregon Trail. Every kid growing up with these new fangled computers in the early 90's should know of the game where you learn that choosing to be a lawyer will get you lots of money but will do you no good if Rachel gets typhoid, or if you have to ford a river.

In case you weren't told, as neither of us is very good at you know calling people, we're moving to Portland, OR. Matt woke up one day and decided "Hey, I want to be a lawyer" so a few thousand dollars later and LSAT under his belt here we are moving. It was hard to trying to decide where we should live. Matt was very cute thoughtful smart and asked if I had an interest in moving and if so where. I'm a city girl and luckily so is Matt (on both counts ahahaha) so we were pretty much of the same mind in regards to places that could sustain life. The choices were Boston, Hawaii, San Francisco, Portland. There may have been more but I can't remember them. Hawaii rejected Matt first. Apparently having a girlfriend who is half Japanese half Hispanic and would like to live somewhere where she looks like everyone else for the first time in her life isn't a good enough reason to to overlook that he's not a resident. The rest accepted him but the need to live without giving up a first born to the bank was greater then the shiny prospect of living in Mission Hill or staying with my sister's kitties here in Boston. Though the kitties almost won out.

So we're off to test our abilities as grownups to cloth, feed, and perhaps keep up constant buzz on. Ok maybe a good buzz every other weekend. Who am I kidding we are neither that cool nor will we be able to afford a steady supply libations. (big words used to protect the young)

We'll try and be good and update this and the flicker account regularly so as to keep in touch. Matt has done some crazy math thing and figured he can only use 15 minutes of cell time a day with out incurring overage charges. So email us, write us, send us an owl but reserve the calls to the free nights and weekends.