Every time a nighttime breeze sweeps through the 4:45am Portland air, I find myself like a little kid on Christmas: filled with excitement, anxiousness and the belief in the possibilities. I take deep breaths, letting the cool air overtake me, the tingle reaching its swirling point down in my toes. Then I exhale out all of my insecurities and anxieties, letting go of all the things that haunt me.

I remember feeling less secure three years ago. I remember being lost in my swarm of blankets, pillows, doubts and longings; the emptiness blossomed in my inability to navigate lonely seas. I felt as though I was an island. I even recall telling a good friend that I didn't believe "I had any start up left in me". I look back on that past Tiffany and wonder how differently I might have turned out had I not been surrounded by such an amazing gaggle of friends.

And now, hearing that phrase stream over and over in my head once again, I realize the start-up power I thought I had once lost forever is now overwhelming me. I am filled up to the brim in excitement for the future, for the road that lies ahead. I find myself itching to experience more than what is within my grasp. I want to truly feel the expanse of the land beneath my feet and I want to drink in more of its wild air. Portland is just the beginning.

Because though I've lost my way from time to time,
I am constantly reminded that I truly am: in love with the entire world.


I hope you never lose your sense of adventure,
your longing for passion or your desire to explore the open roads.
And as always, love, tiff.