Fourteen hours before getting on a train to Seattle, I got (and accepted) a job offer. I get to start that job about 28 hours after getting back from my vacation. Overlooking the fact that I won’t have any place to live and no time to find one, my life just took a turn for the happy.
I hope Mom doesn’t mind me turning this Seattle trip into an extended “I got a job” party. Do they serve margaritas on trains?