Truthfully, I have been so busy alternating between doing practically nothing (and loving it) and adventuring that I don't think about writing that much. Turns out grad-student levels of stress kept me blogging and now that I am leading a stress-free life (if only for 27 more days) I don't get the urge to write as often.
Anyway, this is a story about how I visited Bellingham two-maybe-three weeks ago.
It started with a facebook message from James. It went a little something (actually, exactly) like this.
Who could argue with that logic?
So I went and we had loads of fun eating delicious food, hanging out with friends, watching reality TV/ Jeopardy and encountering ridiculously nice people. Lucky for me/you, James is a more faithful blogger than I am and has already chronicled this part for me.
