I'm squatting in a colleague's office this week. I walked in and found this mug on the desk. I'd left the mug here back in April, which I painted in Philadelphia back in 2000, perhaps?It's highly strange to be back. Three months isn't a very long time, and things haven't changed much. There's new furniture in the office lobby (ugly), and lots of people I don't recognize. It's hard to believe that I lived in this humidity for so many years. My cab driver was Turkish, and we talked about food while I directed him to his first trip to Washington Heights. He kept saying, "Four years driving a cab, and I've never been up there! There are no yellow cabs there!" But it was fine. I gave him a generous tip for his trouble, and finally got to go inside the Cloisters.
I ate a lot of pizza last night - thin crusts are so heavenly - and had an everything bagel this morning. I'd forgotten how filling bagels are, and at mid-afternoon, I'm not sure if I will eat anything until dinner.
However, it might be good to make a trip to Pinkberry, because the fro-yo craze hasn't hit Portland. Yes, Pinkberry is the answer.
2 comments:
The mug with note is adorable.
Why are you back? (Temporary, I assume, right? Unless I missed something significant tucked amongst blog posts about shawls and yarn.)
I remember the first time I went back to Seattle for a work training class after I had moved to California. It's the weirdest thing. I completely understand what you're going through. How long are you there? When do you come home?
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