As with every vacation we take, my phone stays glued in my hands and the poor camera gets mostly buried at the bottom of a backpack that Michael then carries around all day long. I’m thinking that scheduling mini-sessions in our future vacation cities is the way to do it!
Seattle, you were too good to us. Thanks for the amazing weekend. It was so good to catch up with old friends and see how much we’ve changed, and also how very much the same we still are. From the cozy kitties at our Airbnb to the out-of-this-world oysters, this beautiful city made me really think about our definition of “home”.
My home is in Alpharetta, with my mom and the faded welcome mat up front and too many boxes in the garage. My home is in Atlanta, where most of my best friends still live and stay up late so that we can still connect over gchat. My home is here in San Francisco, where Rusty races round and round in the backyard every morning, looking for more spots to dig. My home is everywhere I’ve ever been and everywhere I’ve yet to go, so long as there are good people there that I love and care about.
On Sunday morning, we met up with my best friend from college, Brittany, her man Matthew, and their adorable rescue dog Lana. They were such good sports (mega-super-understatement) about playing models for our impromptu Capitol Hill shoot. I am the sunniest, most obnoxious person in the early mornings when it comes to getting ready for photos. I just get so excited! Thanks for putting up with me and my camera. Enjoy!