In August 2008 I moved from Nehalem, Oregon (pop. 203) to Chicago, Illinois on a train, Amtrak’s Empire Builder.  that vacuum sound when the doors open between cars, wandering around the Spokane station in pajama pants at 2 am, drinking Heinekin and eating stale sandwiches, knitting, writing in my notebook, falling asleep with moonlight traveling along my face, crook in my back, listening to midwesterners coming home from their summer vacations at Glacier National Park (“great scenery up there”), reading Where I Was From by Joan Didion, splashing water on my face in the aluminum sinks, crossing the Great Divide