I’ll tell you now that this isn’t a love story of any kind (although it does contain a meet-cute), but rather a tale of my neuroticism. After being more depressed than ever (Probably. I find it hard to compare my depression cycles because they all feel bad) for at least two weeks and having a weird conversation with my boss, I went to a conference in Yakima, WA for Tuesday and Wednesday of this week. I hoped the fog would clear enough for me to enjoy my time learning about homelessness in dif...