Bend was a great place to grow up. I didn’t realize this until I left and went to college in Savannah Georgia. I instantly missed the fresh mountain air and dry climate. Savannah was a beautiful, fun, crazy and scary city to move away to for my 5 years of art school. As much as the city was a joy I heard my hometown calling to me the whole time I was away.
My parents moved to Bend in the early 80’s. From their stories there was not much going on in this small mill town. There was a recession, my father just bought an irrigation company, they had a new baby, and things were tight but they made it work. This was where they wanted to be. They are still living in the same house 36 years later. I think about the drive they had and the focus to keep moving forward when things were tough and know this is in my blood and history. I can do it too. To build my life upon a dream I’ve had a for as long as I can remember and persevere when things get tough is all part of where I came from.