On Tuesday morning I woke at 4:30am (GAHAHAH!!!), dressed, jumped in a cab with all my things and headed in the negative 8 degree weather for the airport. Soon I would board a plane headed south to Seattle for a few days with old friends, coworkers, breathing in once again a city I consider to be my favorite in the world.
There's this spot on I5, most people in Seattle know it. You come around a soft turn and BAM. There Seattle is. The water, the needle, downtown, all of it before you. It's the first full look you get of the city, and ever since I left Seattle and moved to Olympia, left Olympia and moved to Alaska, each time I make that turn I gasp a little.
Hey there Seattle, I missed you.
As I said goodbye to a coworker on Friday after working in the office all week she asked me if coming to Seattle for these twice a year work trips/vacation trips was hard. I told her it was. Most definitely. But, it also was wonderful. Twice a year I get to come to Seattle and see coworkers I actually love, I stay with amazing friends I miss dearly, visit my favorite places and spend a week soaking in as much Seattle as I can take.
But thankfully, once I return to Alaska I forget about how much I love Seattle, I forget about how while I am visiting my mind plays the game of, "If we moved back I'd live in this neighborhood… this would be my commute… I'd see my coworkers daily… I'd get to go X, Y, Z…"
Thankfully once I touch down in Alaska after a week in Seattle my mind settles. Allows me to love Seattle, allows me to love the time I get there, remember how special it is that I work from home for a company that allows me to travel back twice a year, on their dime. I pocket the sweet moments I have with friends and coworkers in my favorite city of all time and I remember I have a wonderful life here. In Alaska.
In the world where I experience winter. Where I have adventures. Where I do things I'd never dreamed I've ever get to try.
On Sunday, after an amazing and exhausting week I was back in Alaska. Alaska had welcomed me home with snow. Real live snow after weeks and weeks of nothing but bitter cold, so Adam and I bundled up and headed to the woods with the pups to let them frolic in the powder. I walked the quiet snowy Alaskan trails and I didn't miss Seattle. I didn't ache for it, didn't wish we would be moving back, didn't wonder what life would be like if we still lived in Seattle.
Because no matter how much I feel like Seattle is home, this is my home now.
And it's no Seattle, but it's pretty amazing, too.