J and I woke early and hit the road after a 72 hour delay (mainly to watch the Ducks win the civil war) and drove straight through to Eugene. The highway cutting over to I5 is so beautiful and changes season to season. We made it to the train station early for me to buy my ticket and headed out to a Mexican market to get some of the best burritos I’ve had.
After a saying by to my brother I awaited my chance to board the bus to Portland (where I will transfer to train to Seattle). I watched a Japanese exchange student bid farewell to her host family and friends that ran up at the last minute and finally board the bus in tears. Oh how I hate good byes. I’m so thankful to be back on the west coast and spared the painful departures I endured these past years.
Now I’m on the bus and in 7 hours I’ll be reunited with Wojc and Seattle, the first city I fell in love with. I’m getting more and more excited about possibly moving back to Seattle. I lived there for about a year and a half as an undergrad at the University of Washington. I little piece of my soul turned dark the day I moved down to Eugene (dramatic much?) and the thought of heading back is getting more and more exciting.
On another retrospective note, Eugene grows more and more appealing each year that passes. As a student there, I liked it but I was a little more jaded; now, post New York? It seems like a liberal paradise. Either way, I’m excited to be heading off on adventure and I see really positive things in the coming month.