I met Ivy in 2009, she was the sister of Grace, who got married to Laurent in beautiful Waikiki.
She was also engaged and was getting married a year after. Things didn’t turn out as planned and the wedding didn’t push through. Fate had other plans. I remember our email exchange and how sad the vibe was.
In the years that followed, as I stalked her in social media, I saw her pick up the pieces and started to live an adventurous and beautiful life. But this time, with a somewhat familiar person always within the frame. It was Alex, the assistant photographer at her sister’s wedding. I also met him in 2009 in Hawaii.
I followed their adventures in Instagram, whether it was in Nepal, Kauai, or Big Sur. the photographs were always beautiful, I expected nothing less. More than that, the pictures brimmed full of love and wonder, excitement over new territories discovered.
These two were sooo gonna get married.
And I got the email last year and it was going to be in Portland. I could barely contain my excitement as I haven’t been to Portland. The absolute center of the Hipster Universe! (with all due respect to Brooklyn). I kid of course.
This multi-faceted city exceeded all my expectations – the beer, the non-existent sales tax, the handlebar moustaches, the friendly people, the green neighborhoods, the astounding food. It was the absolutely the best place for a couple such as Ivy and Alex to get married in.
Thank you guys for flying us in (Randy. Mon, Rommel), there were nothing but good vibes for the duration of our stay.
I wish you well. I wish you more lands to discover and places to relish.