Oh my goodness, what a trip! It was so lovely to see everyone, but so heartbreaking to have to return. I love San Francisco, I really do, and I’ve made some really amazing friends here. That doesn’t stop me from feeling like Portland is home, especially when I’m surrounded by people who clearly care about me and who make no secret of the fact that they’d love to have me around again.
So I’m back at work, trying to get back into the swing of things, trudging through e-mail, and dreading opening my Google Reader. I will truly read the blog of anyone who has commented here, and will likely skim the rest in an effort to control the amount of time spent on catching up.
In the meantime, I absolutely failed at reading on this trip, though I did start Philippa Gregory’s The Queen’s Fool and am really enjoying it so far. What author have you abandoned for a long stretch and realized, “Oh right, I really like his/her work,” when you got reacquainted?