A voice that's buried in the hollow

I'm going back to Seattle tomorrow after an extended amount of time in the state of Illinois (with a dash of Wisconsin thrown in there).  The first half of 2012 has left me lucky enough to travel for more than a long weekend and work from wherever I may be on a given day.  Like I said, very lucky.  Sure, I can't plan for the second half of the year, but I know that regardless, I'm still lucky for what I've been able to do.  I usually come to Chicago with a half dozen or so of planned events.  That numbers starts to multiply quickly but I can't complain.  I am usually able to see everyone I hold near and dear to my heart.

When I first left Illinois, I was lucky enough to move to a place in which I fell madly in love (post University of Iowa, of course!).  And thankfully, Washington and I have not fallen out of love, nor will we!  I missed Illinois and my friends and family, but I was able to continue to talk to them constantly without being extremely homesick.  This was mostly because I was making incredible friends and experiencing all things great about the northwest.  I did get homesick...it just wasn't as frequent.  However, as I've grown and my relationships have changed, I tend to get a little more homesick.  Thankfully I don't have to travel around the world (wait----that sounds like a pretty good idea) and I can see everyone in one swoop.  I'm always ready to go back to Seattle when I have to leave.  That is a fact.  It's something about that fresh, misty air that makes my heart smile...and the fact that my life is out there...but without fail, I seem to get a tad glum as I leave the people who mean so much to me.  I can only ask everyone to move to Seattle so many times before I get the hint that the extreme weather is their preference...

But you know what?  My life doesn't get worse, it just adjusts.  And so does the time zone.  That's not so bad, after all.

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Miss you already (again and again).

        Best,
               Anne