This boggy marsh is the only place I have ever felt safe while living in Idaho. I will miss it, I suppose.

I’m back here again this morning saying my goodbyes. The house is about 1/3 of the way packed and we’ve got exactly 2 weeks left to finish taping up boxes before the movers come to load the truck.

Life is weird and I do kind-of wish I had never come here, but I’m really grateful for the experience, as well as the friends, family, and collaborators I have made. No regrets.

I wrote these words last year by the water the day I found out the truth of what had been happening in my world, and they still ring true as I pack up to head out:

Permission to grieve.
Permission to cringe.
Permission to change.
Permission to laugh.
Permission to let go.
Permission to love.
Permission to love.
Permission to love.

See you August 1st, Portland. Home again. I’ve missed you.

Hey friends! Wanted to share the news that Casey and I are going to be moving to Portland together in September.

I came to Idaho for love, stuck around to make a record and a film, and am leaving after two years because, try as I might, this is just not my home. Oregon is. And Casey is. So here we go.

Thank you to everyone in Boise who has shown me kindness, welcomed me into your homes and scenes, collaborated on music, or made me feel like I belonged in some other way while I have lived here by making space for me in your lives.

My Idaho experience has been really mixed. Pretty lonely, actually. I miss my family. I miss my friends. My studio is in Portland. My record label is there. Most of the other bands I work with are PDX-based. And I absolutely hate feeling like I am in danger just being alive as a gay man in a deeply red state. But those of you who have made me feel safe and let me sit at your table here in Idaho will always hold a special place in my heart and history. Thank you.

And to our PDX community: We’ll see you this fall!