Seattle. Kayaking in Portage Bay, boating on Lake Washington and sunsets over Puget Sound. I miss running around Greenlake and browsing through funky shops in Fremont. I miss the liveliness of Pike Place Market and the excitement of being downtown. I even miss Belltown. I miss brunch at Macrina, pizza at Tutta Bella and the shakes at Red Mill. I miss the five million little coffee shops on Capitol Hill, Vietnamese sandwiches on The Ave, and good bookstores. Any bookstores! I miss watching the Mariner’s lose five games in a row, but celebrating at Kell’s afterwards anyway. I miss Mt. Rainier.
I miss summer camping in the Hoh Rainforest, evergreen trees, hiking above treeline in the Alpine Lakes, and the amazing San Juan Islands. I miss the breathtaking view of the Cascades from my old rooftop. I miss running under the Montlake Bridge, sitting by the Cut watching the boats go by, and the cherry blossoms in the Quad. I miss going to Edmond’s Beach with my girls. I miss playing with my co-rec soccer team. I miss the Windermere Cup, Solstice Parade, SeaFair, the Puyallup, Bumbershoot, and concerts at the Gorge. I miss REI and the rain. I miss grass. I miss real Chinese food, desperately. I missed virtually all of the Olympics this year, even the Opening Ceremonies. But most of all, I miss my family and friends. I guess everyone gets homesick sometimes.
