It's now been a week since we flew out of Salt Lake City. After we landed we went to find our luggage. Portland is a nice airport. Portland must have been a connecting stop for most passengers as there weren’t many people standing at the carousel to claim luggage, nor were there many pieces coming out.
Every time I wait for luggage, I think of one time when I had gone to the San Francisco airport and stood behind a crowd of people surrounding the luggage carousel but in no way could get near enough to collect my luggage.
I soon realized that I had made a wrong word choice as my blue piece of luggage seemed to be hurled towards me. I was grateful that no one was hurt.
I had to show my luggage tags to someone before I could leave the airport. That was such a foreign concept to me. At Salt Lake International, the individual who takes the luggage is responsible for checking his or her own. We didn’t have to show our luggage tags to anyone in Portland either.
My grandma had always marked her luggage with yarn pom-poms. I had added ribbons to each of our luggage to make it easier to find. All four pieces arrived safely. We took our luggage downstairs to the rental car area and got a really nice 2015 Toyota Camry. Both Roland and I really liked it.
From Portland we headed to Salem and started looking at houses and calling on apartments. We looked at places between Salem and Albany and between Albany and McMinnville. I called Beth after we got into McMinnville.
Kayla had called me to ask about some mail and to ask how things were in Oregon. At that point we were stopped at a local diner and Roland was writing down addresses from the church. I told Kayla what we were doing. As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I hadn’t told her that we had considered moving to Oregon. I had dropped a bomb on my sister, and I felt very bad about the way I had just blurted it out instead of allowing her to get used to the idea. At that point I think we had only told two people – Corey, for financial reasons, and a sister in our ward that recently moved to Salt Lake from Newport, Oregon.
It was actually a while before I made the opportunity to call her back and apologize because if it had been the other way around, I would have been bawling my eyes out. And Kayla had cried for a bit. Corey had returned her call just after I had dropped the bomb and she was crying when she talked to him. But by the time I returned her phone call, she was genuinely happy for me and had convinced herself (or maybe just me) that it was/is a good thing that I am doing.
When we arrived in McMinnville, I called Beth and we went to her house to visit for just a few minutes. Beth had offered us room, but Roland did not want to impose. Besides Beth has a cat – and our reasons for coming to Oregon was to see if I could breathe better – and would I be able to tell with a cat around. Also the inn we checked into had an indoor pool – the highlight of children’s expectations of what all traveling must include. So there would be swimming involved which made for a great birthday.