Went to Seattle over the weekend, and had a lovely, amazing, superb time.
But it was also so strange to be there.
I went there so many summers growing up, to see my grandparents, whom I am missing acutely right now.
I lived there a summer in college.
And two years right after college--such an important, formative time in my life.
And the first 6 months of my husband and I living together, back in 2007.
And lots of visits scattered over the years.
I long for the people I knew (and still know) there, especially my grandparents because I can't just pick up the phone and ring them up.
I long for the way it was, because it is an amazing city, but it has transformed so much and will continue to transform. Nothing stays the same, and that is always hard for me. The city has moved on without me and on one hand it's like, of course it has, but on the other, it's so weird these places that are--for now--parts of my past moving and changing and feeling like they are leaving my grasp, like they are no longer mine.
Really longing for people and places lately, even though I am so very happy right where I am.
On a related note, I did fine not missing my kids and my husband too much, until I got to the airport to go home, and then I wanted to see them so badly I could hardly stand it.
So very glad to be home...