Say what now?

Thursday evening, I returned from what felt like a week-long absence from home. After surviving Reunion Weekend, I had immediately flown to Chicago for 5 days to attend the aforementioned conference and spend time with my wonderful in-laws.

Returning home to my husband after a long and tiring absence was an amazing feeling: reminiscent of our airport reunions in college, when we would see each other once every 60 days... yet also an infinitely happier feeling.

Returning to Portland was a decidedly different feeling. Relieved to be back to the comforts of home, to be back to a city that I'm far more familiar with than Chicago. Mike and I rode the train out to Clackamas yesterday for an interview and to see Clackamas for the first time. It's wonderfully easy to get there, and it's a nice feeling to master the public transit system and travel with confidence. But just when you think you know how everything works out, a guy reeking of acetone (or some other alcohol-smelling chemical not meant to be imbibed) steps on the train and tells you that you look like Sonny and Cher, King and Queen, and Elvis all in one breath.

Yup. Sonny and Cher.

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