I did a lot of things this summer without blogging about them. One of those things was spend nearly three weeks with my family in Minnesota. I made it out to see a few friends while I was there, but spent most of my time chasing my adorably toddler-y niece around or drinking wine on my parents’ backyard deck. It was awesome. One night, the night before my mom and I were supposed to leave at like, 4:30 in the morning for an early flight to Huntsville, Alabama to spend a few days with some family, my dad and I stayed up until 1am drinking wine and volleying favorite songs and bands. I introduced him to The Black Keys, because I think he’d love it. We argued a little about Christine McVie vs. Stevie Nicks, (Stevie Nicks, all the way), but really everyone in that argument wins because, Fleetwood Mac. I went to bed around 1-something, and then got up with my mom the next morning super early go to spend some days in Alabama with the fam.
While in Minnesota, I had an exceptional evening and conversation with Meliss, one of my oldest, dearest, and most consistently-present-in-my-life friends, and THAT was wonderful. My high school BFF is now my sister’s teaching colleague and BFF, so I got to see her a few times and THAT was amazing (and I love that you two are so close!). But I mostly spent my time with my family (read: Natalie), and we spent the majority of THAT time making faces at each other. You know, in between the times I melted because she started calling me “My Doni,” AND YOU GUYS. I JUST CAN’T. She’s sooooo cuuuuuuute. Even when she’s picking her nose. Because she’s two, so she’s totally still allowed to do that.
Let’s see. What else did I do this summer? I chopped all (like, ALL) of my hair off, and then dyed it purple. It’s faded to a nearly platinum-blonde-blue thing right now, and I like that, but next time I’m just going to go back to the blonde thing, because purple is super fun and all, but it’s time to settle in a little.
I spent five days in DC, which were delicious and amazing, because whiskey and Ke$ha and some of my best friends and favorite people live there, so that makes me really happy. I spent three days in Richmond with Terra and Megan, who I miss more than I have words for, eating tacos and donuts and drinking beer and whiskey and having feelings while drinking beer and whiskey and eating donuts, so THAT was awesome.
Then, I ran a half marathon (!!!), spent some time with Nicole and Amber (who always lift my soul to another place), spent a couple of days running around San Francisco with Rachael, and then really, really digging my claws back into Portland because while traveling and nomading and exploring are all really fun things I don’t plan to quit anytime soon, I realized this summer that my home now is Portland. I have a home in Minnesota, and I have roots that dig into Alabama, but Portland is home right now. Portland is a beautiful, delicious, crisp, artsy, weird, amazing, sexy home, and I’m so, so happy being here.
Sometimes I’m a little astounded by the depth of the relationships in my life. Sometimes, friends opened up to me in ways I didn’t expect, and sometimes I did, too. Vulnerability can be really, really hard. And it’s funny, because I’ve never considered myself a “private person.” Seriously, ask me anything, and I’ll tell you everything. But there are a super small handful of people to which I actually will volunteer information and feelings because vulnerability is scary, and if this summer taught me one thing? It’s that that’s ok. A lot of us feel that way.
I’m in an ok spot now. Sure, there’s room for growth, and sure there are things I’m still learning and figuring out.
So, yeah. That was my summer. My niece is the cutest, I changed up my hair, I fell madly in love with Portland, and I know the best people. And now? Now, I’m ready to get real cozy with fall.
Boots, scarves, and snuggles for everyone.