Tomorrow, I am Portland-bound.

Something I will remember fondly about spending my college years in Seattle is the multitude of southbound trips. Quick, night trips to Tacoma. Weekends in Portland. Long treks home to Southern California. Every one has been a milestone marker, a celebration, a broken-heart-remedy. Cheers to this next one.

1 comment:

sj said...

i love how physical acts in life manage to match up with activity in our hearts.