Many of you may already know this but I was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest in a now not-so-small town north of Seattle called Everett. I lived there until I was 19 and I’m sure if the events of my life hadn’t unfolded in the way they have (move to Texas, meet a boy from Minnesota, have babies and start scrapbooking), you wouldn’t be reading this blog today.
And while I wouldn’t change a thing (okay, not totally true because there was this one boy in Texas I would have taken a hard pass on, in hindsight), I definitely love any chance I get to go back to my hometown where my best friend and her family still live.
That’s Molly. She always thinks she looks terrible in selfies. I know, right? What the hell is she seeing that I’m not seeing? Girl is flat out gorgeous.
She has two of the coolest kids. Anne (freshman in high school) and Aida (rocking fourth grade).
And a hubby, Gordie, who seems to really like it when I crash their house. (Oh, and he builds homes for a living and I have decided that I want to buy his newest one on the bluffs of Mukilteo and have it be our summer home!)
That gray though, right?
Mostly what I love about going there is just sliding right into whatever their day-to-day activities are. Basketball games (for both girls), family dinners or any other family things. Molly’s older brother, Sean, broke his ankle while I was there, so a ferry ride to see him in the hospital down in Bremerton was in order.
It doesn’t really matter to me. I just like being around their family. And breathing in that Pacific Northwest air.
I will tell you that I didn’t appreciate where I grew up while I was in the thick of it. Maybe few of us do in our childhoods.
But I make a point to soak it all in when I do find myself back in Washington. (And yes, there are no better fish and chips in all the land than at Ivars!)
It was also nice to a bit of time off from working. I don’t take a lot of time off. I need to do that more often.
Until next time, Seattle.