...we were sitting at Starbucks, respective beverages in hand (I believe there was some caramel apple cider involved), and talking about my flight from Seattle, which was supposed to be temporary.

“You do know,” she said, looking at me over the top of her sunglasses, “that if you’re not back in a year, we’re sending out the search and rescue party, right?”

I’m still waiting for the guerillas to come get me. Not that it would be a bad thing.