“do you think you’ll raise your kids here?” we get asked this more and more. here being seattle. kids being our future, currently non-existent, nearly non-discussed kids. christian usually defers to me. “christian really likes the pacific northwest.” by deflecting it’s obvious that i, do not. at least, i do not love it yet. it is not home to me yet. i quickly follow with, “but if christian gets hired full time at microsoft, we will be here forever.”
forever as in f-o-r-e-v-e-r.
i don’t know why seattle is taking so long to grow on me. i was in love with dc before i even saw it in 7th grade. when i was six, my parents left my baby brother and i to fly across the country. they returned from my aunt and uncle’s wedding with a picture of the washington dc temple. that beautiful temple moved with me from house to house. it grew up with me. i loved it, not even knowing that one day it would be my temple. the point is, i gave my love freely to the district. but my love still flows generously towards utah’s mountains. my heart is also trapped in arizona’s big sunsets and thunderstorms. and every so often, something reminds me of my commonwealth and i ache for virginia’s shenandoah valley, potomac river, bridges and history.
now, here i am, two years into my seattle stint. this stint could be a lifetime and i am like an overly picky girl refusing another date – i’m unwilling to find his greenery attractive. or his lakes and sound breathtaking. i think his personality is rather dreary and gray. his heritage and names are foreign to me. i feel like this is just a fling.
today in a downpour i drove bossman’s lexus back to the office. his radio is usually tuned to something twangy. i adjusted to the lithium station. alice in chains. hole. foo fighters. nirvana. tonic. weezer. pearl jam. and suddenly something clicked. each song reminded me of home. home during high school. home of music i love. home of something familiar. and slowly, i felt like i was waking up to the idea that i have been in like with seattle for a while now. the love will come.