=: Oregon// Washington Trip

Hello my lovelies,

As you all know, my parents moved to the West coast for my dad's job in Portland.

Since they knew I would miss them terribly, Dad decided to buy me a round-trip plane ticket to fly out to Portland and visit them.

Which was amazing...and slightly terrifying...okay...REALLY terrifying.

But, I really wanted to visit my parents (and dog, of course), so I sucked up my fears (which sounds extremely easy, but in all honesty, it was awful).

My flight left the Friday of Spring Break at 6pm because it was the only direct flight available.

The night before, I felt awful and ill, but I sent my mom a quick text to tell her how I felt.

She said it was just nerves, and that I would be fine.

(She was right, by the way.)

I got to the airport extremely early because Brandon, my ride, had to drive back to his home.

I wouldn't have minded the wait, but KCI Airport has nothing to do...at all.

The flight there actually went fairly smooth. I did have a small moment of panic at take-off, which is actually a lot better than having a full panic attack like last time.

When we finally landed, I was so ready to be off the plane and see my family.

As I turned the final corner in the airport, I saw my cute, little parents happily awaiting me.

The week flew by (as most vacations do), but we went hiking in the mountains, visited Seattle, drove to the beaches, and saw where Dad works.

On one hike in the mountains, Dad and I (Mom sat out because of her ankle :( ) had to cross this sketchy looking bridge.

Now, I would like to note that this bridge was suspended in the air, over a waterfall, in the middle of the mountains, with a sign that read "It has been approved for crossing one at a time". Peachy.

Dad went ahead of me, but I was having this inner struggle of whether I should give up or not. Let's be honest though, I was on fire after flight.

I looked up, calmly walked across the bridge (legs shaking of course), and made it to this gorgeous waterfall.

After such an amazing week, my parents and dog were reluctant for me to go.

I think it's hard on them with me being away from them while still being so young.

My flight back was at 6am (thanks Dad...), so I had to wake up around 3:45am to get finished packing and head to the airport.

I decided to dress warm and cozy, so I wore sweats and two sweatshirts (I get cold easily, okay?).

When I got to TSA, my zippers on my sweatpants and one sweatshirt went off, so they had to search me. Again...peachy.

On the flight back, I had no issues at all (save, for being as thirsty as a man walking through the scorching desert.) I even got a little, light sleeping in too which was heavenly.

Now, I shall commence the montage of pictures: