Over the last week or so, I’ve remembered why I fell in love with this city when I first came here.
Fourteen years after moving here, I tend to see more flaws and frustrations than awesome aspects to living here, but weeks like this – with gorgeous, warm weather and family visiting and touring around – are a good reminder to keep my attitude in check so I can enjoy the good stuff.
Yesterday, Greg and I had our first pottery class. I was so caught up in it that I didn’t take any photos (also, my hands were covered in clay), but check out the view from my wheel. Not too bad.
