I returned to Portland, OR in March of 2010 on a beautiful sunny spring morning. Weeping cherry trees were in bloom and other trees had that light green tint of spring, almost budding leaves that leave just a wisp of spring color. I had decided to move to Portland four years ago and this trip was the beginning of the move. Portland has always felt like home and I was really excited to finally be making the transition.
I took the light rail and then the bus to The Irvington Guesthouse It was a short trip with me carrying my big traveling purse, and two rolling suitcases. As we approached my stop, I pulled the cord and maneuvered all of my luggage and me to the front as the driver eased the bus to a smooth stop. As I stepped off the bus the driver smiled and said, “Welcome home…and see, we ordered the sun especially for you today. Have a lovely day.”
How did he know? I just grinned, said thanks, and enjoyed a magic moment in Portland, OR.