i've never lived in the pacific northwest.

but, there's something about seattle (and portland) that i adore. it's california but not so high strung and exercise conscious. and there might not be as much fresh fruit at the farmer's market in february, but there's enough wandering to do that will occupy my time for hours. there also aren't as many iphones.

and there's something about spending time with someone who knows you, and gets you; kristy is one of those people. we don't have to spend hours catching up or talking about what we've been doing and who we've been creating ourselves to be, because it's obvious; it's normal and natural and calming. and going to places like the frontier room (part two) can prove to be the opposite experience as the last time. and pretending like i know mcdreamy and driving on the ferry and riding over to bainbridge island to know what it means to be part of grey's and wandering in ballard and eating thai food (also part two) can be so comforting. and laughing. and laughing and laughing.

it's weekends like these i'm thankful i went to westmont; to have the community and friendships i do, even if they're eight hundred and fourteen miles apart.