Yesterday was pretty bad.
I had only 30 minutes of sleep, maybe that much, and had to take a super early bus to the ferry. Once I got to the Island my grandparents are on, I waited an hour for them to pick me up.
Instead of picking me up, though, they had already packed my bag (is it sad that this nice thing sort of annoyed me?) and said "just go back to Seattle, you'll have more fun there"
I was super tired so I really did not want to go back to Seattle...I did not want to have fun. Especially with my big pack. But I could tell they wanted me to go, so I did.
They said they loved me, and took off.
They did not, however, say happy birthday.
And my super tired self could not handle this.
I went into the bathroom and cried for a while.
I sat like a zombie at the train station for four hours. That was my "having fun".
But last night was wicked awesome and all the sleep I've gotten has made up for it. I'm so glad I came back to Portland.