My parents are coming to visit this weekend, and I'm so looking forward to that touch of where I've come from- my previous home.  I do feel committed to our life in the Inland Northwest, and I do feel as though there are bright spots on the horizon.  And I simultaneously feel like I miss where I have been and what I have known and what I have taken for granted.  I am grateful for the opportunity to give thanks and share time and reminisce whilst making new memories and expanding notions of home for my folks, and myself.

Here's to a wonderful weekend.  We kicked it off, as we have the last few weekends at Pacific Avenue Pizza in historic Browne's Addition, just up the road from our 'stead in Vinegar Flats, and I am so looking forward to this being a part of our weekly routine out here.  Thursday nights we can observe hockey games going on...not really, more tuning into the NFL's Thursday night game and enjoying $2 drafts and slices.  They have an old-timey pizza oven, where the pizza rolls through on a slooooow conveyor belt...sometimes falling, tragically.

We're lovin' it.