Whilst trying to get my groove back, I've ventured into meticulously rereading all my old posts and drafts. This one is from October when I visited my now home for the first time. But it's never too late right?
Above is the gorgeous mother-in-law apartment I stayed at while in Portland. Situated on the side of a big old house with an overgrown yard - it was my own little oasis for six days. I spent the cold mornings in bed with the radiators on high mapping out my days and making breakfasts in the kitchen with fresh eggs from the chickens that live in the backyard, and listening to the sounds of Joni Mitchell seeping through the floor boards from an upstairs record player.