I love Portland

I love Portland and this Thanksgiving break was awesome. It was like my Halloween weekend, except longer so I didn't have to plan anything. I knew before I even left Eugene on Halloween what I was doing pretty much every hour of my time that trip, but this time it was exactly the opposite - I didn't even know how I was getting to the east side of town until the bus pulled into Union Station.

I loved wandering around town, seeing all the old places. When I walked from Senor Evergreen's house up to Woodstock to catch a bus to Sellwood, I stopped in at a bubble tea shop where I used to go with my high school boyfriend. I went to one of the parks near my house and climbed The Tree, the first of many trees I've discovered for climbing since the age of fifteen or sixteen. It's funny, I don't actually remember when I found it. I've just known it for a while now.

Thanksgiving was different. We didn't go to our family friends' house like we have for the past many years. We ate at home, with my grandma who just moved to Portland. It was weird and a little sad not to be with my best friend and company, but at the same time, it was a lot like Thanksgivings in the past, and reminded me of when I was younger.

I brought some shoes back that felt really comfortable yesterday, but after walking around campus all day in them, one of my feet hurts and a preexisting issue in the other is unimproved.

I just called Senor Evergreen today and he's still sick. He'd already been sick several days before the break. First the doctors thought he had strep; then tonsillitis. Now I guess they're back to not knowing. It reminds me of House, and that's not the most comforting thought to have about a friend. He's not going to go back to school until he's better, which I think is a good idea (dorms are nasty petri dishes), but it's awkward because it's right at the end of the term. So I'm worried about his health, and I'm also worried about his school stuff.

I don't know why I'M not sick. I spent a ton of time with Senor Evergreen, I was in a different city, and I made contact with someone from yet another place - Tacoma. But of course life is ironic and I'm perfectly fine. Knock on wood.