the week when the festivities began: portland, maine // 51

As soon as I drove into my brother’s neighborhood Friday night, I had the feeling that I was gonna be celebrating “Christmas in Maine”… like a small town, coastal Maine Christmas movie. It just felt magical and cozy and wintery. There was ice/snow on the ground, it was bitterly cold. But, it was toasty warm in the house. And there was pizza waiting for us! And beer! Oh, glorious Asheville craft beer! My parents had stocked up on multiple casesRead More