I didn't write while I was away because I had no access to internet that I didn't have to pay outrageously for. I think you'll understand that.
I do intend to tell you about my trip. It's just that right now it all feels so personal, and there's only so much I want to share. Some - OK, a lot - are just for me and the boy.
But there are stories of overpriced cupcakes, overly loud music, pocket monsters, and daily strolls through the city to share.
I did love Seattle, but it's not my home. I still prefer DC.
Forgive my need for time. I also have a story about the perfect crying storm on the flight back that you need to know. For this one, I will blame Augusten Burroughs and his fantastic new book.
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