Two weeks from today I will be getting on a plane and going back to the place that for the last year I have called my home. Even though I'm back at the home where I grew up (and, let's be honest, will always be my home no matter where I find myself) and even though I am going to be living somewhere else this year, I still consider Seattle my new Home. When I first thought about what it would be like to go back there after three-ish (pretty much four) months away, I thought that it would be the weirdest thing. To be back there and not live there, to be back there and not have Ellie there... Those concepts will still be irksome when I'm back. But, I think that when I'm finally there, it will be just as familiar as if I lived there and just hadn't left my house in a while. It will definitely be warmer than the last time I was there, and who knows, maybe it will be sunny. But I definitely think that it will feel like I never left.
It's weird being away somewhere for eight months and then coming back to the place you've been for 18 years. When you come back, you feel like all the things you did and all the adventures you had never happened. Like they were all apart of your overactive imagination. When I go back I expect all the feelings those adventures instilled in me to come flooding back. I'll walk downtown once getting off the Light Rail and walk past the spot where Leila slipped that time after the snow on our way to the Light Rail to go home for Thanksgiving. I'll walk up Capitol Hill and think of all the times Ellie and I walked all over the place, whether it be after a Brandi Carlile show or to go to IHOP or to get Vegetarian Thai Food and instead be given Chicken. There are memories over every inch of that city, and I'm excited and terrified to be remind of all of them.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 14
Days until school starts: 20
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