Portland, Oregon. My home away from home. A city that I know so well that I can call it a home away from home. My best friend, Devon, had been living in Portland for the past year and a half while attending culinary school//doing big things. I have visited her often because it was a combination of all the good things in the world, mindlessly hanging out with someone who knows you better than anyone in the world and a city that warmly welcomes you. Well--kind of. This time around I came at the beginning of a blizzard. An unexpected one at that.
The first day I was there it was a winter wonderland, everything was magical. Then, as the day progressed and we had to, you know, mobilize in it, it was kind of well, not shitty, but difficult. Granted we made the best of it, but, nonetheless, it cannot be romanticized, homegirls were straight struggling. As Devon dubbed it, "IT'S PRETTIER THAN IT FEELS" and that can basically sum up my whole trip. Regardless of it all, I laughed til I cried everyday and was able to be my complete total self with someone who just makes life feel easy. Throughout the years I've had people in my life that I thought were never going to leave, a family of sorts, but it turned out that it just didn't fit. With Devon, it is constant, it's been this way since we were 11 years old. Not many can say that. We have a history and an understanding of each other that many are not lucky enough to experience in their life. When someone says they tell someone everything, that literally is what our friendship is. Even screenshotting texts to each other for them to fully get the experience of something. I love that woman, she's my better half and she is back in California for a little bit of time and I can't wait to bask in the sunshine with her. I'm sure she's still defrosting from the Portland ice.
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