Home Again

So, we made it...safely, to Durham.  It is warm here, very warm...wait, that's a lie...it's hot.  And though I spent the majority of my life in Southern Indiana - kind of like labor - I only remembered the amazing parts of summer with a haze of fondness:  swimming pools, air conditioning, summer socials with magic ink and The Zipper, the works.  (And, so far, we've experienced two out of those three.  I'm working on talking Danny into going to a summer social so we can have a magic ink war and ride The Zipper, but so far, he isn't so thrilled with the idea.)  I tend to forget the steaming hot wet blanket some call "humidity."  But, after 4 years of Seattle, I am not disliking it.  Instead I'm catching up on my vitamin D!
I will say that I miss Seattle.  Had you asked me 3 years ago, I would have said, "get me out of here as fast as possible."  But, over the years, we found a great church, built a great community, and I even became a bit of a hippy.  I ended up loving it.  We had great neighbors and great friends there.  I loved having kids come running into my house to play unannounced,  I loved having friends to count on, next door and far away.  I loved my job and the family I worked for, and I loved starting my family in that city.  I will always love that city, and the people I grew to love that still live there.  Danny showed up in Durham with a movie he had made while alone for 10 days in Seattle.  It made me cry, and though it is long, I highly suggest you watch it if you want to understand why I love a city so different than my roots.