Oh, I’m not done yet with photos from our trip. So much more to show, but you know…life happens, the beginning of school, checking in on my mom, figuring out our Fall schedules. It seems busy. As Fall should be.
But I still find myself thinking about our trip which does really seem like a million years ago, so much so that Mia keeps shaking her head with disbelief saying, “did we really go to San Francisco last month?” From my obsessive weather watching, the temps are going to drop starting tomorrow and it does feel like summer is slipping away. Looking at the photos from our trip gives me a sense of calm and also a sense of longing. I wonder why we connect with some places and other places we don’t. You already know that my lack of emotional connection to Portland confuses the hell out of me, and I have to say that I wasn’t surprised that San Francisco didn’t bowl me over with its awesomeness. I really do love the city and we had a super great time, but it never had in past visits and that didn’t change this time. So what is it about Seattle and the Pacific Northwest? I don’t know. I think it has to do with something about my youth, my long term history with the region, family ties, some fantasies and a few unrealized dreams. Maybe a special place does that for you too?
Ironically, as we were leaving my friend Lecia’s house in Seattle where we stayed a few days once again this year, she and her boys were flying out to NYC. She wrote this about their trip: “Seattle is our home, but we left a piece of our hearts in New York City.” We leave a piece of our hearts every time we leave the Northwest.