Something I’ve gotten used to in my traveling life is knowing that no matter what or where, there will never be a time where all the people I love are in one place. My family is in Virginia; I have friends from Australia to Scotland, New York to Seattle. I move around; they move around; life is life.
We all come in go in the various ways we have to, but I’m glad that two people I care about a great deal are physically nearby again.
This past weekend I hung out in Portland with my friends Deirdre, Sam and Taylor. Sam and Taylor, after about a year in Portland, had decided to move back down to Eugene. And now they’re here. My muscles, in fact, keep reminding me that they moved over the weekend.
Welcome back, you two. I’ve missed you, and can’t wait for good nights and days ahead.




