{"id":8766,"date":"2019-02-07T05:38:17","date_gmt":"2019-02-07T12:38:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=8766"},"modified":"2021-09-29T05:50:39","modified_gmt":"2021-09-29T12:50:39","slug":"back-to-seattle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=8766","title":{"rendered":"Back to Seattle"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

An electric buzz runs across my skin<\/strong>. I look out the airplane window to see the Emerald City come into view.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m home again, back in Seattle<\/a>. No matter how long it has been, I always feel more of my self, my true self, here in this city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I take my familiar route<\/strong> from the airport to the light rail train that will wind through the suburbs, past the industrial district and into downtown. I exit with ease and emerge among the skyscrapers and the pungent smell of salty sea air and green herbs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I check in to my hotel<\/strong>, a refurbished building of old that has the charm I’m looking for, even if my wallet choked on the expense. Wine, scallops and gnocchi pass by my lips as I watch the night go by against the glass buildings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I rise early the next morning and walk down to the Public Market. It’s eerily quiet this early in the morning, as almost everything is still closed. I wander around the back stairs and alleyways to see if I can find anything unusual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A little cafe overlooking the Puget<\/strong> sound opens and I get a table for one, a hearty breakfast and a tall bloody mary. I watch the sea birds in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Satisfied, I head to the car rental center and make my way to the Mukilteo ferry. My destination is Whidbey Island for the long Holiday weekend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m re-connecting once again to my birth place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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