A gal can’t help but get home sick once in a while, but 8 cities in 8 years leaves a gal to ponder, where is home? For me home has been wherever my feet land; where ever I lay my head at night. I’ve build families of friends all over this nation and thus far Portland has been no different. Nevertheless, I reminisce, not for the places, but for the people and the experiences. Below you’ll find more recent tales of love, loss, and all around fun depicted through images and video (Click for descriptions). Enjoy and keep an eye out for my hiatus ending newsletter tomorrow!
That time my Auntie stayed up into the wee hours of the night to make sure I had fresh bakes lunchroom butter cookies with pecans (because they’re my fav) before my flight to Portland.
That time my Auntie stayed up into the wee hours of the night to make sure I had fresh bakes lunchroom butter cookies with pecans (because they’re my fav) before my flight to Portland.
That one mid-morning post-brunch at Batter and Berries selfie that only I was enthusiastic about but my BFFs agreed to because I was leaving for PDX.
That one mid-morning post-brunch at Batter and Berries selfie that only I was enthusiastic about but my BFFs agreed to because I was leaving for PDX.