Well, here we are in Vancouver. Again. It is still here and still gorgeous and I totally forgot what my house smelled like and I gotta say, my house smells good. All of my stuff is still here, right where I left it. Like the coat I took off the evening I left...it is still on the chair I hung it on, 9 months later. The same box of Fruit Loops is in the same spot on the pantry shelf. It's almost creepy, but it's nice in a sort of "oh, that all was just a bad dream" way.
I have totally hilarious road trip stories, but I can't seem to keep more than one eye open at time time right now, and so you will have to wait.
But not too long.