Yes, I am home from my excursion to the wilds of Salem, Oregon. I am so glad to be home I almost want to cry. Thanks to everybody who kept me sane with the phone calls, e-mails and blog comments.
I think one of the hardest things about travelling by yourself is the fact that not one person you see on any given day knows who you are. I mean the archives staff started to recognize me and they were nice and all, but it's weird to go through an entire day and not see one person who knows your name. I never knew exactly how social of a person I was, on however small a scale, until these trips I've been taking for work.
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