So it’s not as if every morning before I moved to Portland I would wake up and say “Curr” but it feels SO nice to do it again. Even if it wasn’t that often of an occurrence to begin with. Being home is good. Not quite as weird as I thought it would be, but not totally normal. It definitely seems like my life in Portland is separate from my life here. Like there’s a Conifer Crrr and a long-distance Crrr. Which is maybe not a bad thing. Maybe it is? I don’t know. I’m just glad there’s a Crrr in both my lives. Hehe.