If Seattle and I could make a deal that it always be 80 degrees and gorgeous when I get back into town, that’d be great.
It’s no surprise I wasn’t ready to come home this weekend. My three-and-a-half weeks away were a whirlwind of awesome, and I felt like I didn’t even get close to scratching the surface of what Asia has to offer. When I got on the plane, I already missed my new friends in Hong Kong and Singapore and my old friends in Thailand.
My Saturday was approximately 39 hours long — leaving Bangkok at 6 a.m., landing in Tokyo at 2:30 p.m. and finally arriving to Seattle at 10 a.m. (Time zones are weird.) Within minutes, I was grateful to be home to accommodating parents who got me home without an unnecessary trip to get my car and cat, a cuddly grey monster who missed me terribly and won’t leave my side, and a gift basket of local wine and treats from a wonderful friend who watched my place for the month — and left it cleaner than it’s been since the day I moved in.
Even though these global trips do nothing to quench the wanderlusting bones in my body, they do help open my eyes to the experiences right in front of me. The rest of this week will be spent catching up on sleep, catching up on laundry, and, most importantly, catching up with the people (and animals) I love in the glorious, not-humid-at-all Seattle sunshine.
*Title inspired by one of my favorite quotes I read right before moving back to Seattle:
“Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.” –– “Handle with Care” by Jodi Picoult