After 6 months in a tiny space kicking so many to-dos down the road, we arrived at my parents’ house feeling deep underwater.
The Pure Gold adventure was over and, suddenly, everything that had been ignored felt like it was pressing down from all sides; the calendars had to be printed, website ready for orders, shipping supplies, marketing, email campaigns, and everything else that goes into them. We had a hard drive that was literally at capacity with memory cards needing to be emptied, blogs to write while we could still remember what we’d seen, debriefs and interviews and social media and inboxes to maintain and, of course, normal life stuff. There were birthday parties, appointments to schedule, friends and family obligations, all this while we were still trying to unpack, and from a guest room in my parent’s home.
Heck, just creating and organizing the to-do list was a half-day job!
Meanwhile, the fall colors seemed to be bursting forth every time we would venture into town. This was the first autumn I have spent in the US in about 5 years. It felt like a moment we should be out exploring and capturing this seasonal gift, but instead we were trying to get to a point where we felt like we could breathe. The idea of piling more photos and outings, or work, onto our plate felt more cumbersome than enjoyable… and yet, the fear of missing out loomed large as well.
During all this, we have been actively house-hunting for a place of our own near good friends up near Portland. In between the calendar sales and birthday parties and blogs, we are spending hours each day pouring through listings and scheduling appointments.
Three weeks in, it became all too clear that we needed to find some sort of respite Trying to find a place that felt like home from 4 hours away was an impossible task made tougher by an insanely inflated housing market. Meanwhile, the hillsides of the Rogue Valley were transforming before our eyes.
On a Sunday night, we decided all of a sudden that we had to get out. Just a few hours later, the car was packed for an impromptu trip to Portland for the week where we would look at as many places as we could and hoped to find home.
But first, we needed a day outdoors. We decided to visit Silver Falls State Park on the way north to fill our lungs with fresh air and photograph the fall colors in an absolutely idyllic setting. We needed to hear the sound of a camera shutter and inhale the smell of moss and fallen leaves.