::M∆DE:IN:HEIGHTS:: - Chatoyant (Beauty Bass)
I lived in Seattle for three years.
I’ve made a million and one trips back and forth from home no.1 to home no.2.
The past (almost) 21 years have been spent traveling to various places in between the quaintness of living in suburbia and attending public education.
Yet, as if tomorrow is the beginning to my destiny, as if tomorrow will give way to something new or perhaps renewed, I am inexiplicably excited to return to Seattle for however brief a time.
Why? Maybe it’s the distance. Physical, yes. But more so temporal (purely in the sense of time/not meant as ‘worldly’).
I don’t mean to make this coming week some kind of existential awakening or enlightening endeavor. It simply is what is. A break from home no.1.
But maybe it’s not.
I don’t mean to be utterly romantic, or in any way overly endearing, but a place is only so desirable in that therein are people worth desiring. Not in some ridiculous superficial way of romance.
Ugh. This post is requiring too many clarifications. Clearly a sign that my own thoughts are producing muddle.
I guess I just mean to say, I think I am willing to accept the truth of the phrase “distance makes the heart grow fonder” and that truly I’ve missed KS very much.
I’ve really missed you.