I suppose I’m not so much ‘back,’ as finally here, the place I’ve been anticipating for so long. My apartment in Texas with Philip, and it’s a very nice apartment indeed. The books are mostly unpacked, which is most of the work, and we’ve already started putting things up on the walls. We live on the third floor; therefore on move-in day, we decided, “Let’s live here forever.”
My honeymoon in Portland was lovely. The hotel (Marriott Waterfront) was exceptional, and we had the concierge floor so it was exceptionally exceptional. We had a view of the Willamette River, and we were in walking distance of Powell’s City of Books. We went twice. Also, the weather was amazing, a cool seventy. Pictures forthcoming. I also promise pictures of the apartment, when it is a little more assembled.
I went jogging for a very short while this morning. There’s a public track that runs right by our apartment complex, and I followed it across the street to Serenity Park. It was indeed serene: I was the only person in sight as I crossed the shaded wooden bridge over the gully with a trickle of water. And then the path dead-ended and I turned around and did it all again.
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