Yesterday I woke up early and got on a plane to LA, and from there up to Portland, and I was shocked to realize how happy I was to be back at Reed again. Don't get me wrong: I love my family. I have loved this last week of hanging out with them, of going to marches and going apple picking and walking to school, of family dinners that devolve into laughter.
But it's nice to be back here. It was so lovely to get back and realize that Dave had made up my bed for me so that I could sleep in new sheets after a long flight, so lovely to be picked up by three of my girlfriends (and then hit up Burgerville for pumpkin milkshakes), so lovely to sit in my common room doing humanities reading with all of my friends.
And to top it all off, it's actually autumn here. A New England kind of autumn today, blue skies and changing leaves and cold, crisp air.
Thank you for a perfect day so far, Portland!