I lived here years ago, for a while, but I don’t currently recognize the town. Some landmarks and older businesses are familiar, but for the most part it seems a patchwork of old and new; urban and suburban; city and rural. A bit of a sprawling mess. As I drive around I find myself frequently humming ‘Little Boxes’ because that’s much of what the town has become it seems. Trying to keep up with the exploding population I suppose.
It has been a nice place, far enough away and a different enough climate from home to help me relax and write. I’m staying in a tiny house on the outskirts of town. An area that still has cows and gravel roads. I like this part of Bend. And downtown, the college and The Old Mill. But I still lament the changes in these areas as well.
I do take comfort in the fact that few seem to have learned to use round-abouts. It’s nice to know that even in a boom town like Bend, some things still haven’t changed.