The difference from when we were in Cleveland is that we don’t really dread the end of a trip. Neither En nor I look at Seattle with a sense of foreboding.
Even coming from “paradise” (which, it could be said is a bit too hot and humid compared to our fair city), the thought of “Rain City” or perhaps “Rat City” is something that we’re both looking forward to.
I think we really did find our home.
Now we’re both looking forward to getting back to our kitties and seeing how they did without us. We hear they like some of the pasta that my mom got us. Hungarian-style pasta. Our kitties are worldly beasties don’cha’know.