From Connie: an image of the Portland West Hills. In the many Portland mornings burned into my memory, these hills greeted me, hugged by a fog, descending slowly, threatening to consume. Brisk and chilly mornings. Me: in my coat, dress/suit, tights, running to the office, the pattering of my heels resounding on the clean, even pavement. A hot cup of coffee warming my hands. The afternoon Mami and I cleaned up my office, I took one last look at those hills, drinking in that image one more time.I found this picture of me and Mami from my last weekend in Portland, a weekend of brunch with the girls, coffee with the lovely Becki, and hours spent examining the Portland cityscape from various vantage points . Why does that weekend feel so long ago?
You ladies are on my mind on this Sunday afternoon, in this cramped coffee shop in Phnom Penh, where I am praying for a modicum of concentration.
OMG, that was so long ago!!! Well, actually just earlier this year, huh? Strange. So many things have changed since then. I love it that we're both letting our hearts lead us. Sounds like you'd be ready for a dose of Portland soon. My couch is ready for you any time.
ReplyDeleteIt was in late April, only 7 months ago!! I'm so ready for a trip back to Portland. Will you cook MSG soup for me again? Ha.
ReplyDeleteohhh, i've been missing you too! especially as i'm prepping to splurge on my first rachel comey shoes. can't wait to have you back :) xo
ReplyDeleteWhat? do tell. now. I need some happy news before this meeting I have to go to. An iteration of the Barbaraos that I failed to get you!?
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