I spent a large part of this weekend wondering why I ever left Seattle. I miss it – everything about it, except for the slugs. I miss my friends and the weather and the water and the way that the streets never quite run in a straight line. I miss the yummy coffee and salmon and sushi. I miss my beloved Wallingford. I miss the smell of the air. I really, really miss Lake Union.
I arrived back at my little Nashville abode tonight, and I breathed a big ol’ sigh of relief. I rolled in my suitcases and checked the mailbox and spent a little while unpacking. It’s nice to be back home.
This is my “for right now” home. And even though things may not be as easy or natural for me here right now, I am glad that I came. I’m glad that I’m here. Nashville is great, and the people that I have been meeting here are wonderful, and this is where I am for right now.
What am I going to do with this time?