- am informed that my 9:20am flight to portland was canceled, but an alternate flight was leaving RIGHT NOW and if i ran to gate 8, i might just make it.
- unbeknownst to me, dropped not only my driver’s license, but also my baggage claim tickets during that mad sprint to gate 8. luckily, two good samaritans came running after me with my goods
- skipped every single person in the long security checkpoint line (and oddly, they were really gracious about it)
- arrived at gate 8, all out of sorts and out of breath, to the most pleasant airport person ever. she was closing the boarding door and took one look at me and said, “you must be kelly.”
- was the very last person to board, still out of breath, still shocked i had actually made this flight (with the help of kind strangers). it was amazing. amazing! who knew someone could have an extra positive experience at the oakland airport of all places.
as i sat on that plane i wrote this in my journal:
“on my way to art and soul. feeling a bit blank. ready for inspiration. i need this. oh, and i still hate flying.”
i cannot express the ease of my arrival in portland. my luggage arrived (unbelievable). there wasn’t a line at the rental car place. no traffic. everyone along the way was so friendly. it was bizarre. instantly, the weight i had been feeling these last couple of weeks, the emptiness, had been lifted.
i hopped in my rental car, and knew exactly where i was headed: to my favorite coffee shop in my old neighborhood. i’ve been struggling with learning my way around the east bay these last several weeks that it was so nice to know my way around portland. more importantly, i felt like i had arrived home. this quirky, progressive, beautiful city, where i had spent most of my 20s and where my dreams were realized, is my home. it was nice to be back. all the familiar signs of home were all around me: earthy people everywhere with their dogs. subarus. old boxy volvos. overcast skies. coffee houses everywhere. loved it. LOVED it.
i had dinner with jewel & murlene, two of my coworkers from my old job. they are two wonderfully generous, witty, spunky friends. by now, i am feeling that i’ve arrived home from a long vacation, and i’m spending some time reconnecting with my friends before heading home to my old apartment. it’s a weird feeling, but i’m having a great time.