It was too short of a trip to Seattle. It was not a trip for fun or visiting friends, it was to lay my grandfather's ashes to rest. We flew in on Friday, and flew back to our new home on Sunday. The trip went well, and we even got to spend a few hours walking around Pike Place Market, which is always fun, even if I can't buy any of the beautiful produce. But the trip got both of us thinking about home, and what we want from life.
Home, Seattle. Oh, the longing that both Patrick and I felt as we were walking around downtown. Our original plan when Patrick retired from the Navy was to move back, but no jobs were offered. The previous visit to Seattle (2 years before his retirement) we had a sudden "We Are Coming Home!!!". It was the type of emotion that makes you want to fly banners from the sky, you are so excited. This time it was a more subtle emotion. A dull ache that said "i want to come home..." in a very low growl deep in both of our souls.
Why do we have this feeling? Is it the people - the wide range of eccentric and artistic personalities that we miss. Or the beautiful water that makes me stop and take a breathe and almost makes me slow this brain that Patrick says never stops. Or could it be the mountains that when the sun is out (we got to see them, yeah!) just make everything seem right in the world. I'm not sure which it is, but the feeling of longing to come home is very much alive in both of us. We don't know when we will be able to make the move, but we are going to try!
(Originally posted on January 20, 2009)
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