Back when my kids were small, the rage for several years was “Where’s Waldo?” A series of books were filled with amazingly detailed drawings of people and places, and hidden in them somewhere would be the ever present Waldo.
So, when asking the question, “Where’s Anne?” There could be several answers.
My old friends in Salt Lake think I headed off to Minnesota in 1998. I did. Rochester, and St. Paul were my homes. I think I have finally thawed out by now. Yes, it is cold, but the warmth of the people compensate for a lot of frozen tundra.
My friends in Minnesota think I am in Portland hanging out with the grandkids. I did that a year and a half ago. I loved being around mountains again, even if it was just one.
But, in November I packed up what I could put into my van and headed south for a new contract. Portland’s unemployment rate did not seem to be going down.
I will give you a hint. Here is the skyline of my new home. See the mountains?
Except the air quality is not quite so clear today. But there is snow.
That is one of the perks of contracting: You never know where you might end up. I am working for a company and a client I have worked for before.
Keeping in touch.
Anne
Anne Cloward
