Hi, friends,
I hope your December has started off well. Mine has been filled with synchronicity and exhaustion—I spent the last week with family in Houston and the dear friend I stay with when I’m there. I had no time to do anything or see anyone else, which is how it goes sometimes.
Things I love about my hometown—other than the people I adore:
The way the land feels (we recognize each other)
Live oak trees and their long, low branches
Tex-Mex
The house made Italian sausage at my old neighborhood spot
The salt scent of the southeasterly breeze off the Gulf of Mexico
As much as I enjoyed my time in the bayou city, there’s something special as well about touching down in Portland. I’ve lived here for 9 years, and it’s truly my home.
Portland welcomed me back with chilly rain and gray skies. The kitties were thrilled to see me. And if tradition holds, I’ll be cooking up a pot of posole within the week, bridging the 2,200 miles between the old home and the new. My heart is in both places, after all.
Wishing you the warmth of home,
Leslie