We are back from our vacation in Oregon. We spent several days in Portland, my hometown, and a few more in central Oregon at my family's cabin. Every time I visit, I ask myself the same question. Why don't we live in Portland? Family, so many wonderful friends. A more humane existence. A slower pace.
Logically, I know there are many, many reasons why we are here, for now. But it's still hard.
Here are a few snapshots of our trip. And of all the things I miss about Oregon.
The playground with Grandpa.
Riding a pony for the first time.
Reading with Grandpa.
More reading with Grandpa.
Recovering from jetlag in the Fred Meyer parking lot while Erin shopped for groceries.
Seeing our good friends the Websters. Leo reuniting with his future wife, Lily (seen here, going in for the hug).
The Hawthorne Bridge, on a quintessential rainy Portland day.
Rainbows at Black Butte.
Funny sites in parking lots.
Discovering sprinklers.
Outdoor cafes.
Meeting totem poles with Grandma.
More to come. I am still digesting it all. I hope you can be patient, I feel like I have a dozen posts swirling around in my head. So, yes. More to come.
1 comment:
Glad you had a great trip, and are home safely.
It's hard to be away from family. Especially when there are kids involved. Having family close by makes it so much easier. And more fun. I'm in the same boat as you, though without quite the distance.
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