This entry is part of a series: Getting to Know Portland» 
A few of Portland's named 'hoods
After Nob Hill I decided to creep around downtown Portland. Downtown was where I spent 98% of my vacation back in 2005, it was Portland that I knew. So that Sunday (Aug. 9th) I took the rail back in with the intention of spending the day checking out apartments. Being Sunday I didn’t expect many leasing offices to be open, but it was my best way to be productive.
Unfortunately for my productivity I got distracted by a little festival they were having by the river. Instead of walking around looking for a place to live, I walked around and tasted different flavors of Oregon.
But eventually I did get to the apartment hunt and did enough to keep me satisfied. The next day, being a Monday, everyone was back at work and leasing offices were open. Monday was distraction free and I kicked ass if I do say so myself.
Now I should say that I was very specifically looking at the southern end of downtown, by PSU. I also made my way to the waterfront to check out a few buildings there. The reason I bring this up is because downtown Portland, like most any other city, has it’s good spots and bad spots. I was looking solely in what I considered the sweet spot.
One of the factors that caused me to fall in love with Portland when I visited was how urban the downtown was. Great mass transportation combined with the ability to work, sleep and shop there. It’s all here in downtown. In my time here I’ve met multiple people who don’t own cars.
The apartments in downtown are notably more modern than the Victorian-styled apartments of Nob Hill. They also have more amenities, though even downtown they sometimes lack what Texans might consider the basics (e.g., dishwasher, A/C, or a bedroom).However you should also expect to pay more and get less if downtown is your destination of choice.
It would be hard to describe the atmosphere of downtown, as it is so eclectic that it doesn’t have a singular atmosphere. Being an urban environment you get a little of a lot and you end up with this amalgamation of flavors that may be a bit faster and a bit more stoic than the suburbs; though Portland is definitely a laid-back town with a truly friendly atmosphere and they therefore have their own take on how to have a downtown. To make the ill-defined even more so I should say that the higher concentration of young college students gives this part of downtown an even more relaxed feel.
As I walked around from leasing office to leasing office, I was beginning to feel like the Civic was a real liability for me. Parking downtown, when apartment complexes even have it, ranged in cost from $80/mth to $175/mth. Parking costs, more than the aparment costs themselves was becoming the biggest detractor for me. If I wasn’t going to move downtown parking might be the reason why.
The other serious negative that downtown Portland presents more than any other area I visited was the homeless. I don’t pretend to be caring, nor liberal when it comes to homeless. I feel that they are a blight to the city. In my week of living here I have been asked for change more than in my 14 years living in San Antonio. No not “more”; way, way more. I have a feeling that Portland’s homeless will be getting their own blog entry in the near future, so I’ll take a breath and move on.
In.
Out.
By the end of Monday I had seen several apartments that I would consider moving in to. However I still had at least one more neighborhood to check out, Hawthorne. Hawthorne is on the east side of Portland. I had learned that moving to the east I would get more for my dollar. Additionally, parking on the street was free on the east side!
However having only Nob Hill and downtown to compare as the sun went down on the week’s first workday I found myself leaning toward downtown. Nob Hill was cool and I think it would be fun to live there, but at that point in time I considered downtown more appealing.
But that was Monday and I had 4 more days before I had to check out of the hotel. There was still more of Portland to explore…