As this blog is meant to act as my (very public) diary, I had the urge a few days ago to share how looking back at these photos made me feel.
For the first time ever, my father booked a family holiday just a few weeks ago. To Iceland, much to our surprise. As someone who doesn’t exactly thrive on ice, I was quite chuffed to be going during the summer. Little did I know, the puffins leave in early August! I was too late. However, I shared a tender moment with some lovely Icelandic horses.
Right now I’m in Texas with a head cold, but all I can think about is Portland. I’m watching and possibly re-watching episodes of Portlandia. I’ve never visited a new city knowing that I’d return, possibly to live there.