Sleep-ing in Seattle
It was a beautiful day as I drove across the bridge to Mercer Island. I realized this would be my last night sleeping in my parents' home. And the loss of my connection to the Island really hit me. It's no longer where a part of me lives. Yes, it will always be where I grew up, but I would probably say I grew up in Seattle--a very different culture from Mercer Island, set apart in the middle of Lake Washington.