13 States* in 10 Days, or How I Remembered to Just Drive and Relax Again, For Crying Out Loud

I'm back in SF, safe and sound and suffering from what my doctor calls "non-allergic rhinitis," which I think means that he thinks I'm crazy, but in the end we can all agree I'm sneezing and involuntarily weeping and my nose is training to run a marathon. WebMD writers patiently suggest that these things can be provoked by excessive travel, especially by air, so I think it's totally worth it and I truly hope I can fall asleep tonight even if I am hopped up on all this drug-store-brand-speed.

13 States* = should I count DC as a state? and should I count landing in VA as a State I traveled to? I decided to answer both of those questions "Maybe" and count them both as half states. So, in the past 10 days: Virginia, the District of Columbia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah, Oregon, California.

I'm in love with Portland, in one of those "I want to go on long strolls through dark neighborhoods with well-lit porches, content in the cool evening air" sort of ways.

I have much and more to relate about the great times I had all over the country, but for now my brother Daniel is curling up in an Army sleeping bag that I got from eBay that he's explained to me how to pack better. Disco is curled up at his feet and as much as she loves me, she loves male people even more. It's night night time and I'm going to sleep the sleep of a weary and happy traveler.

xoxo,
n.