Dropping someone off at the airport is probably the best way to feel at home in a city. After a week of fun imported directly from Memphis, I’m on my own again. Except now it doesn’t feel as strange. I have claimed little parts of Seattle as my own and spending time with someone not living here accentuates the progress I’ve made. Granted some of the locals aren’t sold on my place in the city but fortunately most of them live north of me.

I took a side trip east this afternoon. A friend offered free laundry and I jumped at the chance. One month has passed and I’m still unemployed. My stress level is mounting and only yoga can save me now. Next week is all about finding a good spot to take class. I have a few options but there’s a 3 week Iyengar intensive on sale for only $99 – that seems too good to pass up. It’ll justify the bus pass I paid for too.