A home, on a hill, with a view, of mountains and rivers, of deserts and forests. That's something to work for I think.

inside/outside 

It's been hard finding a balance when I always have to look ahead to meet deadlines and plan to stay organized.

Yesterday I worked, I watched storm clouds cover the sun, rain, and then leave, I worked, I went outside to weed and inspect my plants, I worked, I painted. Even the dishes had their own moment, without a thought of what should happen next.

I think this is what I really want. 

You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?

You may ask yourself, where does that highway lead to? 
You may ask yourself, am I right, am I wrong? 
You may say to yourself, my god, what have I done? 

(My new obsession with them and him)

With the yard mowed, house cleaned, work done, errands ran, there's not much else to do but enjoy Spring. 

The (mildly terrifying) trek down.

We made it. 

 Journey to the top.

the Oregon High Desert says goodnight in the best ways.

Somehow it's already April and what I had looked forward to for so long has passed. I can't wait for the next big thing... the next trip... tomorrow.

Early mornings- they are worth it.