The sun had been still in the morning sky, the birds were in full chorus as spring quietly raised it's hands to say hello. The quiet of the day was broken by my phone buzzing with a message from my father that him and his wife were going northwest in the fall and they wanted me to join.
I didn't hesitate.
After delayed flights and a four hour pit-stop in Texas, I landed in Seattle. I felt like I was home, Postal Service was playing on the terminal radio. Ben Gibbard himself welcomed me, audibly at the very least.
I still worked for Starbucks Coffee when I was in Seattle. After arriving my family agreed that we should fracture out on the first day. So like a pilgrim en route to Mecca for a mocha I bee-lined to the Public Market.
The coffee was okay. I would have five far superior espressos that day.
Like good tourists we gathered for lunch at the Space Needle. The photos were worth it.
I spent the rest of the day over-caffeinated walking the different neighborhoods.