….at home again.
I had a marvelous visit with my cousin M and her partner K in Eugene, and with my brother who was visiting Eugene and was the impetus for this-all to happen. It’s entirely unconscionable that I should have been living in Portland for over a year and this was the first time I visited my cousin. Better late than never! We had a great time and I extracted promises from M and K to come up here and visit me Very Soon.
Here’s my cousin and her odd, sweet blue-eyed cat:
Eugene was just as cool as I remember it being–the last time I spent any real time there was when I was in college. It was part of why I was so easily convinced to move to Portland: how cool I remember Eugene being. But! I noticed a very strange thing! There is poison oak there! I haven’t seen any poison oak here, even in all my hiking and walking around…apparently just two hours south, it is plentiful.
Everything was fine when I got home, except someone is parked in front of my house. I know I’m at least halfway to going native when I have a thought like that. In one short year I’ve gone from “Oh wow! Parking everywhere, even on my same block!” to “Hey, move that thing from directly in front of my house, that’s MY spot!”. 🙂
When I buy a monster truck, you’ll know it’s all over.