As in, …I miss my former home. To be specific, I didn't grow up in Seattle. It was 20 miles north, up in Everett. Although the trip was for a sad reason, it is always good to see where I'm from, and to spend time with my best friend and her amazing family.
I like Minnesota just fine. There's nothing wrong with it at all. But I miss where I'm from. Even crappy shots like these (which i'm ALL about these days) make me yearn for Washington, and my friend, Molly.
Just the familiarity of breathing the air of where I'm from.