We lived on the other end of I-90 earlier this year.

We slept on the floor in the empty apartment again. All our boxes brought to the truck already, all our muscles a little weary - already. We'll tire them completely the next day, in a new state, a new city.

A little more northward now. We live in Seattle.

Everyone complains about the rain, but we don't mind the weather wrapping us into warmer clothing and thicker blankets. (And I wear yellow wellies.)

From one end of I-90 to the other this year. We're a pendulum - and gravity pulls us toward the middle. I've been trying to escape to the coasts but now -

We look at the photographs of snow-dusted Chicago (he in grey, I in white).

We say, We'll enjoy the adventure in this funny time zone two or three hours from normality. But maybe in a move (or two) from now, we'll sleep on the floor knowing that the next day -

we'll head home.