If you live in Lake Oswego or the surrounding area and if you’re left with the burning question of what to do or where to go, you are left with two options: Bridgeport Village or downtown LO. In theory, these two places are great, for a short while.
It usually goes something like this: you’re with your loved ones and you decide on somewhere to eat, most likely overpriced. If you’re at Bridgeport, it’s Pastini or California Pizza Kitchen or that one sushi place, and if you’re in LO, then Pizzeria sul Lago or Chuckie Pies or that one other sushi place. After you’re full, you walk around and debate the idea of getting something–most likely ice cream, boba or coffee.
After wandering aimlessly, looking at the lake or staring at the same books at Barnes and Noble, you are left with a strange feeling and a question: How many times have I done this before?
I truly don’t think I can count the amount of times I have done this same routine. How many times have I ambled around and window shopped aimlessly?
These places are like home to me, they are comforting and a constant in my life. And a lot of people feel the same, but they have become too much so that they feel worn out and threadbare.
I’m not saying these places are necessarily boring, but after eight years of traversing the same concrete, the same expensive boutiques, having the same coffee and strolling around the same paths, I can’t help but want a change.
I will forever be grateful that they’re there, and though my adolescence will most likely be summed up in these outings, I feel as if I have outgrown them. I pine for something new.