I don't know what it is but I've failed in every attempt to recap my trip to Barcelona . . . sorry, I know you've all been waiting with baited breath. Actually I think I'm the reigning king of the uncompleted blog post--lots in the queue but nothing complete.
But screw Europe, I'm
HOME. in the Denver airport waiting to fly to Atlanta, but I *was* home yesterday!
Coming back to Seattle--and being greeted by Dia--was like slipping on a favorite pair of jeans. Perfectly comfortable and prompting me to wonder why I'd ever wear anything else. It felt the same way going into the office today. Yes, it felt great to go to work, or more specifically, to spend the day in the habitrail that continues to fill with new people scurrying around doing all sorts of things.
I haven't spent an entire week in the office in 2006 and it's good to be back.
It was spectacular to spend the weekend with Dia even though we used part of it to see a horrible movie (yes, should have known better) and Dia spent Sunday sick in bed with a cold. But her illness was a reason to make chicken soup, the first actuall meal I've cooked in weeks.
I suppose the biggest thing that happendd over the weekend--notwithstanding an excellent brunch with folks from Seattle and Sacramento--was our decision that we're gonna move. We'll be staying in Seattle, but we're just done with our house and our neighborhood. We're eyeing a yet-to-be-discovered loft or cool condo in Belltown or Capitol Hill. It will probably take somewhere between six and 24 months to execute this plan, but we're resolute that we're going to make this move. We have a terrific shared longterm vision for our life, but truth be told the short-term sometimes gets lost in the fog, so this is an excellent "next thing" to focus energy on and getting our act together to make the move--slimming down possessions, tightening up finances--will pay of in many different ways.
Gotta catch my flight . . .