The first 4 days of my trip were spent in my parent's childhood home. It had been 5 years since my last trip here (and no visit ever really feels the same since my grandma passed while I was in high school). My parents and I stayed at a chic, art-filled Airbnb upstairs of Swanson Contemporary Art Gallery in Nulu. I would've been happy spending our days together lounging about the space and just being us - low key, quiet, soft - but a city filled with extended family beckons other plans. Instead these days were filled with hugs and memories and an excessive amount of fried food (which, turns out, my body cannot process well... more on my stomach issues later if I think to write a few words about it). We watched my cousin wed her love on the Belle of Louisville, wandered farmer's markets (which pail in comparison to the markets of Seattle, let me tell ya), and nom'ed on the most delicious popsicles that have ever graced my lips (s/o to you, Steel City Pops).
These days with family come few and far between. I am grateful for the time I spent and the hugs I received.
I am really lucky to have such wonderful parents. They support me, love me, encourage me and have taught me so much. This trip wouldn't be possible without my mama's cheerleading and my dad's lessons on saving hard earned money.
After a morning stroll around the farmer's market and possibly having the best omelettes of our lives, we wandered the neighborhoods and admired the history, architecture and disrepair of this city. (feat. a Clinton Kaine sign that I did not expect to see in this conservative state, but was a breath of fresh air to this Seattle girl's heart)
Cave Hill Cemetery - the resting place of Colonial Sanders + Muhammad Ali.
Quite possibly the best popsicle I have ever eaten in this short life of mine. Biggest of shoutouts to those who recommended we stop by this little piece of heaven.
This photograph seems insignificant, but it is quite the opposite. This bar is where it all began. This is where my mom stood at the middle and chose between two men. This is where she chose my dad. Without this bar, none of this would be.