I love this town. And this view above is partly responsible, it's from my parents backyard, where I grew up. My bedroom, on the ocean side of the house, is where I heard the sounds of the waves, and the traffic of the harbor every night as I fell asleep. I blame that fact as the reason I can't be too far away from the ocean for too long, or my breathing changes. Really. I love being within minutes from a handful of beaches, and at the same time, not very far from the mountains. I love being so close to a city, and at the same time, close to true wilderness. I know there are beautiful rivers, forests, and beaches everywhere, but these ones, and this town, are so close to my heart. Which is why, even though we toy with the idea of leaving sometimes, I'm pretty sure this will always be my home. And I must selfishly admit that I particularly like Portland this time of year, as school starts and the tourist season ends, because we get a little bit of the city back to ourselves. The beaches are emptier, the shops less crowded, and the parking spaces aplenty (I'm so terrible at parking, I even make my out of town city-visitors do it for me!). There's just a little bit more room for breathing the salty air.
Thanks for playing along with my week of love! It was a lovely little change for me, and I think I might pop a What I Love post in again once in a while. Next week, I've got lots of crafting to share, and some birthday celebrating to do! Yay!