LOVE THURSDAY: WHERE MY HEART IS
Cindy Maddera
We were in the airport waiting for our flight out of Portland, when I realized that I should have gotten an Oregon sticker for Gertrude (yes...my Macbook has a name; we call her Gert for short). I ran down to the many gift shops in the airport, but I couldn't find any stickers. So, I pouted and headed back to our terminal with a heavy heart.
It wasn't just because of the sticker. Leaving Portland that day was one of the saddest days. When it was time to board our plane, I hugged our friend Amy goodbye. She went on the trip with us, but her flight home was at a different time. I cried saying goodbye, which was stupid because I knew I'd see her really soon. But Chris and I both felt the same way. Like we were leaving parts of our souls there.
Chris gave me that sticker for Gert last week. He had been looking for something to put on his scooter and sent away for a bunch of stickers and some pins to go on our backpacks. Since leaving Portland, we talk constantly about how we are going to get back there for keeps. Sentences start with "when we move to Portland....". We'll get there eventually. Patience. If anything we have to go back at least to collect our souls (I think Chris's is at Voodoo Doughnuts).