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Hey Portland. I am home!

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For the longest I have always felt that I was on a path without any real sense of direction.

Someone once told me. “You always feel life is elsewhere. Why are you never happy with what you have?”

Well the truth is. I am very happy with what I have. I don’t feel life is elsewhere but, I always felt life could be better.

Two years ago my family and I decided that the place we call home was no longer going to be the place we wanted to raise our kids. Those that know me have heard my crazy plans to move to places like Ireland, Denmark, Detroit, and Utah. Also, how every city I ever visited always lead to me wanting to move there.

So roughly about two years ago I put a list of things that I wanted for my family and my self. Then I went to see what place in the world could check the most items of the list.

London, Denmark, and Portland made the cut.

I had hoped to be able to keep my position and move to those places but Denmark has strict rules and although my current employer has a division in Denmark I just wouldn’t be able to transfer with my current skill set. London, had some weird restrictions and made it difficult for my kids to start school as my employer would had to offer me an actual position from the London division and officially get me a work visa. That wasn’t going to happen so the London option kinda became a non option.

Then there was Portland. Last Christmas the whole family came to Portland and we fell in love with the city. There was no Portland job openings and I hoped that I would be able to keep my current position and simply work out of our Portland office.

That option ended up not being possible and after some deep thinking and talking it over with the family. We decided to move to Portland with or without a job. A scary leap of faith that my own parents made when they decided to call the USA our new home. A lot of weird things started to happen that made us feel we had to take this risk. Although there was no Portland position open there was an job opening last minute and I applied and ended up getting the job. Although the pay was a 40% paycut I had decided many years ago that I would never make job decisions on the pay.

It was a quick jump from the time I accepted the offer to the time I arrived.

If you have been following my Instagram or Twitter feeds you know it was not a great welcome to Portland. But, with all the crappy things that have happen to me. Today marks 75 days and a lot has happen. I am finally 99% heal from my injury and I am not longer drugged up in the evenings or my days off. The pain is over and I am starting to feel normal. We officially have a house that I will start to get some work on to get it ready for the family. I am starting to meet cool people in Portland that have welcome me as a long lost friend.

It’s weird but I feel that the path that I have been on all my life has finally lead me home.

Dave Mora's new Portland Home

Our new home. 11 Months ago I told people we will be moving to a small town outside Portland and this Month we finally got the keys to the place we will call home. It’s not as big as our old place but it has a nice yard, it’s in a Cul-de-sac and my kids will be walking distance from both their Elementary and Middle School years. But, this is the community that my family and I fell in love with.

Let’s just hope we have no crazy neighbors and that hopefully our new home wasn’t built on some old Native American Cemetery.

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The ReBirth … Again!

At the closing of every year I always feel that it’s the end of a chapter that I am happy to end because the start of the year means that I am going to start it off right.

I am sure we all feel the same at some level. We start the year with high hopes that this is the year we stop doing the wrong things that we know we should stop doing, start doing the good things that we know we need to do, and try become a better person. Maybe this is the year we realize we need to work harder to make our dreams come true, or this is the start of the next real chapter of your life from getting married, having a child, to buying your new car.

But, sadly by mid March no matter how well our intentions were we never seem to really change anything.

We just say Fuck it, call it quits, and add those goals for next years list of things you will work on.

There were a lot of things I wanted to change and things I wanted to do that never happen. But, 2014 thought me so much about those around me, the world, and especially about me.

I have come realize that for one reason or another this song became my anthem at the end of the year.

So, what did I learn?

I learned that the way I live with having a Plan A, Plan B, Plan C, and Plan D comes in handy when all your plans start falling apart.

I learned to start doing what makes me happy and stop doing what makes other people happy. Yes, it the short term it might ruffle feathers and people will have to deal on their own how to deal with the change. They will either come to terms that you wont drop everything for them and you might even loose so called friendships over it. But, in the end if you do loose friends over the fact that you are now doing things that make you happy could you have truly called them friends?

But, in the long term your life will be better.


Well, for starters you will be happier because you are doing the things you enjoy and when you do drop everything for those who you truly care about they will truly appreciate it because they know you have no problem saying NO.

My list of things to accomplish in 2014 is still full with nothing crossed off. But, learning from the failures that prevented me from doing them appear to be more valuable to me at this time.

So what does 2015 have in store for me. Not really sure because as much as I claim to see the future the best thing I can do is plan for the different possible versions.

My family will move in 2015. We are moving out of California to a small little town just outside of Portland, Oregon. If we are moving to a Farm, a Fixer upper, or a modern turn key house is still unknown but they are all separate plans.

My creativity has finally began to demand it’s attention. It’s been years since I have done anything creative and if 2015 is suppose to have a theme. You, can expect my theme will be one with a creativity feeling.

But, most importantly I will continue to just do the things that make me happy. From small things like reading to being part of large projects.

One of those projects is to not have a goal of “A Blog a day”. But, there is something I will do and that is Blog More.

I don’t expect contributing to Twitter or Facebook posts in 2015. Instead I will just use my blog as the place people can read about the things that I am doing. I guess the people willing to go out of their way and actually type davemora.com in the address bar to see if I have something new will be those who I actually care about me, our online or IRL friendship, and I know I will value their visit more and their comments if they leave one.

As dark as it sounds. I have always felt that my life will end when I turn 60. That number has been stuck in my head because when I was younger I came to realize a lot of people died or were dying in their 60’s. Sure, as a society the medicine has advance and the way of living has helped increased that number. But, I still feel that 60’s is my end. So, 2015 marks the year I turn 35 and I feel somehow I feel that is a hidden milestone in my own timeline and I am halfway through my cycle.

Maybe that is why I feel 2015 is the year of great change because I feel I have learned from my many mistakes to makes things I want to happen happen.


There is one thing that will never improve or change. My typos on my blogs. Why is that? Because I write and then hit Publish. I never go back and read what I wrote or how I wrote it. It’s a habit I forced my self to have to ensure that my writing is the purest that it can be. So, I don’t go back and start filtering what I was thinking at the time and start editing out things.

It would not be so bad but my own dyslexia sure makes things fun when I using words such as where, were, there, their, are , your, you’re and other word combinations that make you (the reader) go “WTF is he trying to say here?”

So, if this is the first post you are reading of 2015 let me warn you. That my reading is a challenge in itself because of that 🙂