Of Sprinting and Starving: How I Got Home

This is a PSA. I’m home. I’m alive.  I’m not sleeping in the Detroit airport. Yesterday I got out of work and immediately called a cab to pick me up at my dorm. I got in, mentioned I was going home to Oregon, and the driver excitedly started asking me a TON of questions about the…

Come Again Another Day

It rained yesterday.  Okay, I know, it’s not breaking news. But I’d forgotten what winter rain was like. When I lived in Portland, I never thought anything of the rain. I rarely checked the weather report, because let’s be real, it was going to rain almost daily from October to May. I donned my purple rain shell every…