I am having a few feelings about seeing Seattle again. The last time I went was 11 years ago, on a trip to a library conference just after getting chucked and divorced. I was walking around with my chest flayed open, bleeding onto anyone who got close enough. It was not a good scene. But I did enjoy the smell of winter and roasting coffee in the city, and the bobbing boats and snowfall in La Conner completely charmed me. When I am old and sell my home in Hawaii, I will buy a little cottage with a view of the harbor in La Conner, get full sleeves of mermaid tattoos from the old-timey tattoo parlor by the chocolate shop, and paint winter ocean scenes from my patio. I will knit fisherman sweaters and have two fat cats and a guest room for grandchildren. Mark it.


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