Seattle Healed Me
After a truly miserable trip to San Diego last year, I wasn’t exactly eager to roll the dice on another family adventure. Then Seattle happened.
Somewhere between downtown Seattle, a martial arts tournament, hotel breakfasts, elevator encounters, a sick kid, and possibly the most emotionally devastating Chinese food I’ve ever eaten, something changed. For the first time in a long time, I felt alive. Not productive. Not busy. Not getting things done. Just genuinely happy, present, laughing, exploring, eating ridiculous amounts of food and enjoying being exactly where I was.
And the strange…
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