It doesn't take much to get my sanity back.
Nick and I took the train south to Portland last weekend for 34 glorious hours.
It was super low key, meandering the city streets, sipping coffee,
wandering the farmers market, strolling across the Hawthorne bridge,
perusing endless aisles of books.
We weren't corralling, hushing, wrangling, or chasing little people.
It was magical.
If you've ever wondered if Portlandia is an accurate portrayal of Portland culture,
I went to my first ever blogger meet up and it was supah fun.
I got to hang with Erika, and met tons of other lovelies.
The city is celebrating my birthday! Can you even believe it?
34 hours alone with Nick exploring city streets: perfect start to the birthday week.