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Back to Seattle

Memorial day weekend was spent driving up from Palm Springs to Seattle. Danny and I dropped his dogs off at the kennel and hit the road early Saturday and headed up out past the windmills and up towards Bakersfield and then up the Central Valley of California, past Mt. Shasta and into Oregon and Washington, arriving back on Sunday. It was a nice relaxing drive, with good weather the whole way.  I pulled into the driveway and the house was still there, waiting patiently for me to come back after my winter in the desert. As Auntie Mame said of her home at #3 Beekman Place "always so loyal, it just sits here and waits for me to come back."
I left Seattle on the 21st of December, and arrived back on the 24th of May, which is five months and two days away. The winter in the desert went by way too fast, and it doesn't seem like it was five months at all. They say when you are young the days seem like years, and when you get older the days seem like hours. It's true. That amount of time tends to erase old bonds and habits and the roots that tie you to a place tend to weaken for sure. You start to form attachments and habits and routines in the new place that tie you there.

Waking up today it took a minute to realize where I was, that I didn't need to get up and let Danny's dogs out and feed them breakfast before making my own. My daily routine has suddenly changed, and I have to remember how I did things and what my old routine was here in Seattle. I even kinda stumble around looking for things out of habit that are placed in a different location here -- like the dish washing soap under the sink, and where the milk goes in the fridge. The sun isn't as bright or as warm, but the air is fresher and less dry. I'm having to readjust to my own home.

It's interesting driving around too -- seeing what new buildings are going up and are completed, what's closed down and moved. A lot happens in five months. And the traffic! Oh Lord I'm back in the city again for sure. No more 50mph arterial streets that are four lanes wide with lights only every half mile. It's not as laid back and mellow as the desert, and there are people and cars and buses everywhere.

I don't miss the 40 mile round trip to the gym I had in the desert -- it was nice to get up and drive to the gym in five minutes, and when the weather is nice I'll walk it. The house is full of cobwebs and dust, the fridge is empty save the milk, juice and yogurt I bought the other day, so a trip to the store and Costco are on the list today. There's a pile of mail, and a yard that is a disaster area, so there's lots to do -- including getting a series of prints ready to take to a gallery in Portland next week that will be showing my work. The friends in Seattle are calling and scheduling times to get together and catch up, and I'm excited for that. I'm fortunate to have so many friends here that want to hang out and spend time with me -- it's going to take a while, but I'm looking forward to it.
So I'm back. Back to my home, my house, my friends.  The roots that keep me grounded need some tending and watering. But I'm still hearing the call of the desert, and I'm torn between two places now. I wonder how long that will last.

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