I have been planning on summarizing my time in Seattle ever since I knew I was going to move away from The Emerald City. Originally I had planned to utilize the month before we moved to post all the things I love about Seattle, things I will miss, things I won’t miss and all of the in-between.
Good idea, poor execution.
So I am taking advantage of the time I have now to do a series of sorts. I love the structure and predictability of a series, but it is that very same structure that adds pressure. I admire bloggers who can keep to the series they create with such consistency. But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again….this is my blog, not my job and the only one who adds pressure is me, myself and I. So hopefully I will post these every Sunday, if things get crazy, I won’t.
Done and done.
The first in the series is the most important. Thats why its the first. Seems logical, right? Its what makes my heart break every time I even stop for 20 seconds to block out everything else and think about it. Its what makes my cheeks move from side to side into a wide toothy grin.
Its the heart of my time in Seattle.
The people who enriched my life.
These are the people who loved me, who laughed with me, who cried with me, who challenged me, who listened to me, who worked with me, who gossiped with me, who hurt me, who healed me, who prayed with me, who cheered with me, who road tripped with me, who explored with me, who giggled with me, who ate with me, who shopped with me, who puppy play-dated with me, who danced with me, who studied with me, who lunched with me, who stalked me, who walked with me, who ran with me, who took pictures of me, who smiled with me, who texted with me, who talked with me, who counseled me, who witnessed to me, who supported me, who married me.