Seattle

Today I made it back to gray, cold, hip Seattle.  It was wonderful to return to my old neighborhood where I worked as a nanny.  I know the streets well and my mind swelled with memories of waiting at the bus stop, taking the baby for walks, visiting the library, taking baby to that coffee shop and reading books, etc.,  It was such a special time in my life.  I sort of wanted to keep holding on to it, and I'm so thankful I had the honor of experiencing it.  I saw the family again tonight- they are growing, changing, and still so much fun.  Baby laughs the same way, and she's still as delightful and full of mischief as ever.  They are precious people.

I opened a bank account again out west.  My old bank account is in Bar Harbor, and it's not that hot.  I loved Wells Fargo- and so I signed up with them again today.  M dropped me off and I walked inside to get an account set up.  The person that helped me was a tall, slim, young, dressed in a suit with high water pants, spiked, funky hair, Vietnamese man named Phillip Ho.  I was completely charmed by this guy.  He was a great conversationalist, listening intently as he asked me questions about living coast to coast.  He threw in little personal questions like "What are your hobbies, What do you do for work, where is your family?"  I think he is just a genuinely curious and friendly soul.  All that to say, I felt like I could develop a huge crush on him.  I could sense how kind he is, how engaging, how cool, and how smart, but then I realized he is probably half my age.  And then I also realized that he is a curious, engaging, wonderful soul, and those things don't mean that's he's interested in me as a date.  But I had those passing thoughts, and it was delightful to me, so I will let them be.  He said to me, "Well, I will probably never see you again, but I will call you in a few days just to make sure everything is going well with your checking."  It felt dramatic, and I see how funny it is that I can take something so trivial and create a wonderful drama out of it.  Perhaps he meant, "Well, I will probably never see you again, but I will call you in a few days, longing to hear your voice and connect again."  I am silly sometimes, and I am not afraid to admit it.  It makes life way more interesting. 

It was a fun day- full stomach, good conversation about government, conspiracies, shark ideas, language... But my stomach is full and a little troubled, so I am stretching out on the bed and resting.  Looking forward to a good, cleansing night of sleep.