Despite the fact that it had been three years since our last visit, I overwhelmingly remember why I love you more than almost any other place on Earth. From the moment my plane crossed over the Cascades descended into SeaTac to pulling into Dick's Drive In for that first Delux during my visit home, I am reminded by each moment and place why I love you.
So much has changed in three years and I am sorry that I got in my own way and ddn't come home to hug you sooner. The missing half of Husky Stadium and my local QFC that is boarded up to make room for the long overdue light rail, so many new places to eat and a University Village that is so full of itself I don't know what to say. But, you are still home.
My dear Seattle, I look forward to the day that I can make enough money that I am not dependent on my NYC Dept of Ed.salary any longer and have paid off enough of my student loans and I can come teach in my home town.
I also know that my husband who thrives in gray dismal overcast will embrace your borders and call you home someday (despite being a true New Yorker).
Seattle, on my way to the airport "the mountain was out" (something the locals understand). Rainier was beautiful and majestic and she makes me smile every time I see her. She is better than the New York Skyline- for me. She is the ultimate symbol of home. Thank you for sharing her with me in those last few moments as we flew down I5.
Thank you for a good trip Seattle. I feel refreshed and relaxed my year of anxiety sloughed off. Thank you Seattle and my parents home for its healing powers and now I return to my other home and the arms of the two that love me the most- Charlie and Rose. How blessed I am to have to places I call home that give me such different gifts.
Love,
Meredith
