As I drove into the city from the south and saw the skyline, I was reminded of the affinity I had for Seattle the first time I came here in July of 1998. The view has changed some since then, the buildings have filled out more of the sky and the Kingdome is gone, but the crisp, clear, mild night is exactly what I remember.
Seattle has me for a while longer, that’s clear to me. But one of the many things I got out of my trip is the confirmation that my inclination to stray from here more often is absolutely necessary for the sake of my happiness and quality of life.
One of my roommates already fed me, and now it’s time to shower and get some sleep. After, of course, I change my sheets, since there are at least 4 piles of cat puke on my bed after a quick scan. Apparently, CJ takes after her mom — stress gets her square in the guts.