Homeward Bound. I Wish I Was.

I've not posted in a while. I've been overwhelmed by the pictures I've taken on the, yes, two boat tours I've taken. I just haven't had the energy to sort them out and comment on all I've learned. Suffice it to say...the tours were GREAT.
I look happy! I was! This was on the Puget Sound. It was the second boat tour I took. I like getting out on the water. I am so away from it all out there. I can think of something else besides the show. Activity really creates the day off.

I don't want to write right now about the wonderful days off I've discovered in Seattle.  I've come to them a little late. I've one more Monday before I go home. Everyday at work is a day closer. Everyday is more valuable than the next. Everyday takes me through the prep I need to do for Los Angeles and everyday brings me closer to the man I miss so much and the company I need to keep. Everyday is special.

Seattle is indeed a beautiful city. There is much to do here. I've never been bored, not once. Before I leave I will share those photographs, but for now, I just want to appreciate how close I am to returning home. I'm mailing back the boxes of clothes and whatnot I felt I couldn't live without. I've washed my sheets for the last time. I'm eating all the frozen food and will not go back to Trader Joe's in Seattle again, this trip. I bought 99 cent shampoo because I'm running out and shampoo is difficult. It leaks. (I'll leave the shampoo here.) I refuse to buy any more garbage bags. The grocery store will have to supply them. I'm leaving my Trader Joe's reusable bag at home. I never got the better vacuum cleaner I asked for, but you know, I've no intention of vacuuming again, this trip. The days are too close.

I will wander the Marina again. I liked that. I will visit the sculpture garden I've yet to see. I will rehearse my understudies. I will explore, again, a little further than I've yet gone. Then. I'll be home.