Our front porch in Portland should be covered in new wisteria leaves now. It's one of the things that sold me on the house. The wisteria trunk twists and turns up the porch post and its branches spread out over the porch like a purple and green, leafy roof. In the summer, there is no more pleasant place to be than on the porch swing under the shady vines.
This weekend we return to Portland for the first time since we left almost four months ago. Spring is when Portland is at its best and I can't wait to see it.
The main reason for going is to check on our house and do a little bit of work on it that we didn't have time to finish before we moved. I also need to collect items that we should have brought with us like the next round of Bunny's hand-me-downs for Wallie to wear and some beloved toys.
It will be weird seeing our house again knowing that we are preparing to hand it over to someone else soon. If we had moved to any other city we probably could have kept it, but we didn't, so we can't. It's okay. I think I feel myself breaking free of Portland's grasp. But every time I see wisteria from now on, I will be immediately transported back to Portland, and my cute, yellow house with the porch swing.
(top photos: Bunny in Portland age 2; bottom photos: Bunny in San Francisco age 3.75)