I had three -- maybe four -- definite plans while on the west side: Timbers game on Wednesday, Yang's/Lincoln City on Thursday, Portland Saturday Market/evening wedding on Saturday. During and in between each set of activities I had a variety of people to meet up with -- basically my extended effort to see people in the States since I'm leaving in 36 hours for another year in Thailand. I've made this comment before, and I'm going to now put it in writing: I came from around the world (a 30 hour plane ride and $1200 later) to make it back in the same time zone, the least people could do is make some effort to drive a few hours to see me. I mean, IF I'm truly a priority. It just grates on my nerves when people hear I'm back they have the audacity to ask me when I'm coming over to visit them. So my typical response is, "If you really want to see me, then come to Hermiston and see me!" Sure it'd be nice to see a bunch of people, but if it's simply a convenience for you, then why should I bother? Some friendships are meant to remain solely electronic, and some require personal contact. If you don't really care to see me one way or another, don't make a big deal out of it, and then expect me to go the distance (literally and figuratively). Trust me, I've heard all the excuses -- from no time to no money; but quite frankly, I have little sympathy.
This mini vacation almost changed my mind about my trip back to Bangkok. For the last few weeks I've actually been anticipating going back to what has become familiar with a certain amount of relief; however, after visiting with friends, I am more than tempted towards feelings of sadness and despondency over going back to my new home.
Adventure highlights:
*Going to my very first national sports event with Karissa (Portland Timbers vs. West Bromwich)
*Getting my Yang's fix in Monmouth, then watching Russell fall in the ocean and Diana get smashed with a giant wave at Lincoln City
*Shopping with my sis at Lloyd Center and reminiscing with the girls at McMenamins
*Standing in an outrageous line for Voodoo Doughnuts and realizing we could theoretically make more money begging on the streets than working a regular job if we could scrape by with people donating at least $9 an hour
*Getting my tragus pierced!
*Having Joelle as my impromptu date to an old friend's wedding in Junction City -- the location and decorations were amazing!
*Realizing it's a small world after all when an old college friend came to the wedding as a guest's date
*Visiting with Jeff and talking shop about teaching, living/moving outside our comfort zone, and our struggles with writing fiction