While I was home, I rode into downtown Portland with my sister one morning. She had to work and I had a camera so I figured she could go to work and I could walk around with my camera. So she did and I did.
I don't often spend much time alone when I'm in Maine. Generally I hop from my sister's house to my mum's to my grandmother's with some shopping and baby snuggles in between. While I love spending time with family, I always appreciate a couple of hours to myself.
So I walked up and down the streets of downtown Portland and remembered why I love this little city. All the brick buildings. The cobblestone streets. The ocean! The independent shops and restaurants. This city is so full of charm.
Adrian and I are hoping to move to Maine one day to be closer to my family. I'd love to live in an apartment in the Old Port, close to my favorite coffee shop and donut shop and little bar. But I think most likely at that point we'll have a family of our own and a little apartment downtown just won't be practical. So in another life, maybe. Or maybe when we're old.
Yes, I think perhaps when we're old we'll have a little apartment in downtown Portland and we'll remember the first time Adrian came to Portland and the time when I walked and snapped pictures while my sister worked.
And Portland will look mostly as she does today because that is her charm.
I think I've just found a new dream.
(Side note: If you're ever in Portland, do yourself a favor and stop by The Holy Donut. I'm in love!)