I would normally be driving in this. Well, not on the freeway. I’d take the green/gold line north of the Freeway — my consistent 45 minute drive to the bridge and 1 hour 10 minutes to pick up Levi. But, today, I took a vacation day. Thank you vacation day.
As I sit on the plane, surrounded by the hum of the engine and the chill of the window, I can’t help but notice the person in front of me repeatedly adjusting their seat, each movement a grating assault on my laptop screen. The journey back to Portland, high above the clouds, prompts reflections on the comforts of home and the complexities of travel.