Picture stories are my favorite kind, so I'm going to tell the story of my trip to Oregon this way. Zach and I had to wait a very long time in our empty appartment waiting for our new room mates and upstairs neighbors to come pick us up. All we kept with us was some blankets, pillows, and books.
I was pretty upset that he decided to sell the IPod, but I decided to look at it like we were roughing it. Just like in the 60's, we were waiting to get on the bus. 
It was crazy because I had just taken a really nasty spill on my scooter when we were loading our boxes on the moving truck. After all the boxes were loaded I hopped on my scooter and was going to drive it up the ramp and onto the truck, like an all American badass. I made it about three quarters of the way up the ramp before I ate it off the right side landing directly on my frontal lobe and pinning my ankle under my scooter, which actually weighs 240lbs! My ankle swelled up 3 times it's naural size and hurt like hell! I wasn't exactly the most mobile or cognizant to say the least. I was also a little weepy from the pain and the shock, but Zach was taking care of me and I knew that I was going to be alright.
This is actually the only picture I got on the 2 day road trip up the PCH. I'm going to go ahead and contribute that to the concussion I most likely suffered. This is a picture of cows. We played a game called cow and all of these cows were mine. It is pretty impressive.
For me, the drive didn't last long enough. It reminded me of when I was little and spend days in the car. It felt good to not have to be anywhere in any sort of time frame. But, I was very happy to get into Portland and see my appartment and new neighborhood.
Our appartment is pretty tiny, but we love having our own balcony. The weather is consistantly awesome. Most of all we are enjoying ourselfs. Our room mates help out with that a lot. Kale makes beer on his balcony and we all enjoy it. But it's not all living the ultra lux bohomien lifestyle. I got a job and am discovering the joys of domestication. I will cook when Kale doesn't treat us to his very well planned dinners that compliment the taste of his home brews. Sometimes we visit the Laurelhurst theatre where they serve pitchers of beer and pizza with your movie.
My ankle is almost the size and shape it used to be, and I consiter myself very lucky.
Here's to Portland!
