I spy with my little eye something pretty

Olympic mountains
Olympic mountains

Four months back in Seattle, and dare I say it’s been as much of a mindfuck as the first four months in New York were.

But there are moments when I sigh that big let-it-all-go breath that feels so good in yoga classes. When I just feel reassured that I’m right where I need to be.

  1. Like when my friends all rally around one another – whether it’s giving me tips on freelance work or showering parents-to-be with baby gifts.
  2. When the Seahawks won their trip to the Super Bowl and my friends and I all jumped up and down and screamed together – big difference from last year when I watched the game alone and jet-lagged.
  3. When my uncle or cousin texts and I know my family is a 30-minute drive from me.
  4. When I see the jagged peaks of the Olympics, the rounded summits of Rainier, Baker or St. Helens or the proud Cascades standing tall to the East. This place is stunning.
Advertisements

You got something to say? Say it!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s