Man narrates marrying into Oregonfrom @timmchiusano

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This is why marrying an Oregonian was the best decision I ever made. My name is Tim. I'm a 48 year old dad from Brooklyn, New York who married a girl from Beaverton, Oregon. That was over twenty one years ago. She moved to New York. Worst, we had pigs and then our only child. And just over ten days ago, we drove across the country to move in with my in laws temporarily. I say that because over the twenty one years, we've basically lived out here for almost a full year at this point. And I'm currently coming to you from the narration studio. We usually pick a good chunk of time in August because it's both my father in law's birthday rank my now 14 year old daughter's too. From the first time I came out here when I was 27, I knew I loved it. The millions of trips to Safeway and checking the mail for my mother-in-law. Super simple family dinners around a table that have seen me go from my twenties to thirties to late forties. They're friends that come over for games of room a cube, if that's how you pronounce it. And I get to use the garage as my home office. The days are long, but super simple. I love my Planet Fitness on Murray and throwing on a pair of jorts to go get the oil changed. My wife hits up Spearmount with her dad while Donna and Evelyn do a puzzle. I feel like my diet consists of 99% turkey sandwiches out tier. And it's super dope to watch your wife stay close with tier high school friends and become friends with them too. In the magical town of Beaverton, the trees are taller than I'd ever seen. I do sneak sips out of my father in law's liquor cabin. And I think this place is where my daughter got her love of country music. Literally, she requested vinyl for her birthday. There are trips to the escape room and Paul treating the guys to a night at Worse de Chao, where I got the salmon. I have no idea how Blake and Brodie were able to order dessert, but good was I impressed. My wife has kicked my ass up and down these hills for years, and I had never even heard of Carol before I came out here. Growing old with your best friend ain't so bad, and getting to come crash with your in laws for a bit each summer is pretty dope too, even if the checkerboard cake falls apart. And that's my long winded way of trying to explain.