There's no place like home

A little less than 2 weeks before Labor Day, I decided that for my own mental health I needed to go home over the long holiday weekend. I found a decently priced flight and decided to risk the two layovers of less than 40 minutes. Thankfully all ended up being fine.

Being home was both wonderful and terrible. Wonderful because I remembered all that I love about Portland and got to spend time with people I love (my apologies again for the happy hour confusion). Terrible because it made it all the worse to come back here, and had it not been 4am when I left (and the brain not working all that well), I probably would have stayed. Portland is such a great city with so many amazing people and great things to do. I realized that this weekend was the first time since I left that I genuinely laughed. Sad.

That said, I crammed a lot of things into a great weekend. Spent Friday with my parents, then yummy Lebonese dinner with Bryan, and drinks and dessert later with my sister and her cousin and his girlfriend. The chocolate dessert at Tabla is to die for! They were eating outside when I arrived, and it was a beautiful night for being outside. I took this picture of the sunset on my way there. It's not the best and hardly represents how beautiful it was, but it's hard to take pictures while driving! Saturday was spent being relatively mellow because poor Bryan was sick :( We did go out to drinks with some friends of his, which is always fun. Sunday we got up and my personal chef made me some delicious crepes (every girl should have a man who cooks...it's great!). We then strolled along Hawthorne, me finding happiness in browsing Powells, and then we went to Pho with my parents. I really miss the food of Portland! That night we went to Rimsky Korsakoffee and had a lovely chat and dessert, despite it being 150 degress in there! I've only been back a few days, and I miss my Portland life already.

But back to Rochester news, I had to keep myself busy until midnight in order to catch Bryan's unlimited cell minutes, so I finally got the kitchen all cleaned and organized.
Tonight is my first night of classes. I'm actually dreading it, mostly due to the whopping SIX hours I'll spend sitting tonight (4:30pm-10:30pm) since both of my classes are on Wednesday. Ugh. I'll be sure to post how they go. Don't expect much exciting news besides "my life will now be spent reading every piece of literature that seems to exist on education" :)

I got my first foster cat here. An adult long haired white cat. She was friendly enough when the people brought her over, but she quickly found the cat door to the basement and hasn't come out yet. Every time I go down there I find her hiding behind the washing machine. I'll give her a few days and then drag her out for her Blogger debut.