BYAAH!

I'm at the airport - about to disappear into the clouds. SHIT! theknowledgist drove me hear and it was the perfect day to leave Portland. Bright grey, light rain, not a mountain in sight.

It's sort of been a blurry few weeks since the layoff but seeing all my friends and having a few nice Portland days scattered through let me know what I was leaving. Not sure I really understood that until I asked somebody what time it was and they weren't quite sure what I was saying! And this is at the airport.

But what's done is done. I'm here. I'll be there. I hear the flight's 9 hours. Short layover in Frankfurt and then I'm back in Berlin. For nigh on 135 days. Them's a lot of days. I hope some interesting things happen. Otherwise this could be a boring ass blog for the next little while. And that simply wouldn't be acceptable. Or prudent. I'll be in Paris by next wednesday (to visit my old Fusion buddy) and hopefully in an apartment within a few weeks. I'm staying with my good friends until then - so this isn't just a leap into the deutsch. Speaking of good friends thanks to everyone who came out this weekend to say goodbye. To those who couldn't...fuck y'all!

No - just kidding. See you in August. Wish me a good flight.

We board pretty shortly here and I hear we get free newspapers - score.

Well once again, so long Portland. So long Seattle. So long Buffalo. And as theknowledgist tagged in my address book last night at Beulah Land: so long 'US of Fucking A. BYAAH!'