I dispensed with my healthy bank balance in Manhattan. I left a big piece of my heart and most of my armour-plated skin in Portland, Oregon. I have the sinking feeling that most of my guts fell into the Atlantic while I was sleeping. I return to you now lighter, more naked, bruised and possibly spineless. The trip was intense on all fronts - professionally, emotionally and financially - and it's going to take me a while to recover. Other than that, I had a riot.