“You wouldn’t know it by looking at me now, but I was showing some promise once upon a time.” ~ John Mellencamp
I head back to Seattle in the morning after spending a couple weeks in Utah with my family. It’s been a hard trip. Funerals and farewells are kinda like that. However, it’s also been a good trip. Reconnecting with family and old friends is good for the soul.
I’ve spent a lot of time walking around Salt Lake City at night during this trip. Some of that was just my way of quietly grieving, but some of it was a desire to get to know my hometown again. It’s good to see Salt Lake City has grown up. It suddenly feels like a modern, metropolitan city. I can almost imagine living here.
However, it’s not home anymore. It hasn’t been for a long time. I’m homesick for Seattle. I ache to smell the ocean. I miss the faint smell of Starbuck’s coffee and marijuana at almost every street corner. I want to walk in a gentle rainstorm again. I need to see my kids and laugh with friends. I want to see the stupid Space Needle and listen to the Monorail roll past my apartment. It’s funny how a place works its way into your soul. “Home” is as much a state of mind as it is a place.
I need to thank some folks before leaving Utah.
Dave, Julie, Zack and Dakota
Thanks for opening your home to me. It was great to spend time with you guys. You have a beautiful place, and I love your dogs.
Thanks for spending time with me. Your openness helped me understand what you and your family have gone through. It’s been a hard journey, and I hope the worst of it is behind you.
Thank you for taking care of Dad. I think I understand how hard it is, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Thanks for the whiskey and Mexican food.