Why should I wait for anyone anywhere else?
I’m home from work and was in the process of unpacking, cleaning, and catching up on some laundry… Well, until I decided to make some tea and listen to the ACL playlist my cousin made. Now I’m just sad as hell that I’m about as far as I could possibly be from the Pacific Northwest.
Pouting like a five year old right now. This might be the only time you’ll see me complain about airports. (Note: Portland’s airport is still magnificent.)
Le sigh… I’m fairly certain the Willamette has my heart.
Awww yeah! “The magic is in the hole,” and this product may contain voodoo magic and soy.
At the Saturday Market, where Portland’s finest go to be weird.
Even the beer is better here!
BRB, moving in over here…
I’m beyond enamored right now.
I apologize to all my friends in advance: until I move here, I will probably never shut up about the Pacific northwest and how inconceivably awesome it truly is.
Just bonded over an avid appreciation for apple juice, airports, altitude changes, and anticipated adventures west of the Mississippi river.
