A Beautiful Mess

Give me 6-12 months in a new town or city, my mind will start to think about the next city to live in. It is a habit, something I cannot help. I noticed it the last move, between Oregon and Indiana. I absolutely adored the suburb I lived in outside of Portland, the friends I … Continue reading A Beautiful Mess

Red Lips, Black Heels

On the wind, 'cross the sea, / Hear this song and remember... Soon you'll be home with me / Once upon a December. We used to chant growing up, "together in Paris!" Here we are, 16 years later, never actually knowing that we would be living together... in Paris. I landed in France in August. … Continue reading Red Lips, Black Heels