I have officially bought tickets for Seattle. Sunday, July 31, to Saturday, August 6, will be seven whirlwind days. I look forward to Mama's Mexican Kitchen, Shorty's, the bar with all the pinball machines, and holding Michelle's baby for the first time.
I miss Seattle. I don't know why, but I do. I don't know if it's that I miss having friends, if it's that I miss driving without thinking constantly about finding a parking space, if I miss having bars and restaurants we regularly visited, if I miss having a yard. Seattle is the first place where I felt like I had a home, the first place I fell in love and had my heart broken, the first place I paid my own bills and held a full-time job. It's where I grew up, in every sense of the phrase, and I think I miss the novelty the most.
So Aaron and I are flying back to visit before we move to Santa Barbara. Even though my life sucks, it's so great.