Seattle

This place was beautiful. If was just what my heart needed.... to know that there's a life out there that I could live and love. To know that Chicago doesn't always have to be home, because it never felt like it was. The people here had become my home, but this place... it was never home. I could never love it. I got to drive through the mountains, just for the sake of driving. With no destination in mind... just the desire to wind through the trees, hike up the mountains, and admire the beauty that was Washington.

The city was beautiful. It didn't feel like a city. I wasn't overwhelmed by the chaos, but felt settled and safe. I felt happy. I haven't experienced that in a while. I ate breakfast at a place that served green eggs and ham, walked in the rain and the sun, and bought myself the most beautiful flowers I've ever seen and brought them all the way home with me.

I got to spent hours talking to the best friends someone could ask for, friends I haven't seen in far too long. Friends who know my life and my stories and want to hear the one's they've missed out on since we last saw each other. Friends who care about my heart and will defend it no matter what. And I got to spend hours listening, getting to hold their stories, be the friend I've so missed being.

One day. One day I hope this city will be mine. I don't know when. Not yet though. There are days when I wish I could be anywhere but here. Anywhere but this apartment in this neighborhood in this city. But not yet. I don't think I'm supposed to leave just yet. And so I will wait. And listen. And pray. And when He tells me so, I will leave this place and embark on a new adventure. But He's still telling me to wait. And so I will.

Seattle... I hope you will wait for me. I hope one day to call you home.

French Cats

When I was in France last year I found myself running into lots of French cats. At first it didn't occur to me that these cats spoke French, not English, so I babbled and cooed to them , happy to have someone to speak English to. Then it suddenly occured to me that these cats spoke French, just like every other person in the country. So alas, I praticed my French on them. I believe I knew about 2 words at the time. Anyway, enjoy a glimpse of these foreign cats...

On the road again...

Last week I packed my car full of stuff and hopped on the highway to drive to Chicago. Here are a few pictures taken from along the way. Nothing spectacular (most of these were taken as I was driving out the window), but it give a quick glance of my trip.

I drove down through Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Missouri, and then Illinois. The entire way I followed along the old historic Route 66.

This is Old Route 66.

My front seat was taken by these 2 guys. Jonas was quite a gentleman on the trip. He sat quietly snuggling with Zpo, only occasionally trying to climb into my lap or steal a snack from my hand.

And of course, I recieved some very good advice along the way.

Today I discovered that if I sit in my front window I get internet, so back to blogging I go. :) And into the neighborhood I shall venture, camera in tow.