Although I murmured a disappointed sigh when I had to pull my coat out of the closet now that we’re back in Seattle, it still feels really, really good to be home. Â This weekend was full of all those little things I missed while we were away:
- Our Seattle peeps. Â There were so many moments in Texas when we turned to each other and wished our friends were sitting at the bar with us, pigging out on brisket with us, hanging at the park with us. Â We got together with the gang yesterday for Jon and Adrienne’s baby shower, and it felt good to be back in the fold, to know how exactly what Nance meant when she said it seemed like we were gone for such a long time.
- Watching the Giants on TV. Â Dang, it feels good to veg out in my sweats on a Sunday afternoon. Â Even if our boys did get swept by the Padres. Â Hmmmph.
- Fresh produce. Â I did manage to squeeze in a salad or two between the tacos and the barbecue, but I really missed our fruit bowl while we were traveling. Â Don’t get me wrong – ice cream and cheese puffs are still high my list when I get the afternoon snack attack, but that juicy mango I had at lunchtime hit the spot like nothing else.
- Our house. Â Our comfortable bed, our large bathroom (his and hers sinks have saved us many a marital conflict), our Japanese maple which brought forth bright new leaves while we were gone. Â An afternoon nap on our cozy couch with my favorite blanket was nearly as satisfying as the aforementioned mango.
Like I said, it’s good to be back. Â If I could figure out a way to come home each day to clean towels and a fresh-made bed, we might just book our next vacation in Seattle…