Portland, my Portland

Thanks to the bank holidays this weekend, and to the college development day scheduled for tomorrow, this is my last day of work before heading off to Portland next week.  And it’s ridiculous, but I’m actually feeling a little light-headed, I’m so much looking forward to going home.

That’s the crux of the matter - Portland is still “home” for me, although I live elsewhere.  I haven’t really, truly settled in to Gloucester.  It’s a nice enough town, but, well, I miss Portland every single day.  I am having a hard time lassoing my brain to the task at hand (Access database… wheeeee…), because all I really want to do is daydream about wandering around Portland for hours on end, poking into Powells, scarfing up Moonstruck chocolate chai frappes and Bahn Thai’s pad thai and standing on the Hawthorne bridge, staring at the city I love.

… I’m going to have to stop writing now, as I am so intensely homesick that I’m tearing up.