flying hugs

Today I went down to Portland on a whim. Really, it hadn't been planned before about 10am today that I would do it. But Dad and I looked at a house and hung out with folks and had coffee and it was generally awesome. More than one person I ran into gave me a flying hug. :) I took the Amtrak Cascade line back up north for the first time in my life. It was just about uneventful, though I had to screw my courage to the sticking point and whatnot. Traveling alone is all scary and stuff! The worst part of the trip was when google maps gave Matt bad directions to the station, so he got all frustrated and I waited in the rain. (Honest! I had fun!) But I think I handled today and all of its attending chaos far better than I would have 6 months to a year ago.

Day 9 Gratitude:
Good stories to tell.

a moment of Portland surrealism

I went to Portland last weekend to visit some friends. It was pretty awesome and there were kittens. But I'm still not as self-confident as these melons.