Holly and I took a little vacation last week.
We had our getaway all planed out, but we still hadn’t settled on a destination, even though my mother-in-law had arrived and it was the morning we were supposed to leave. I wasn’t looking forward to the long drive but had been lobbying half-heartedly for somewhere in Oregon, perhaps Ashland or somewhere along the coast. Holly suggested a few of our past haunts: Portland, or north to British Columbia. We even considered a little college town just before the Canadian boarder.
With the clock ticking, we finally settled on Seattle, which sounds like desperation but ended up feeling like a whole new town without the kids. We saw a show at the Paramount (Phantom of the Opera), did a reading at Eliott Bay Book Company and saw an exhibit at a local art school. Plus lots of good food and long walks.
I remember my mom and dad taking a trip on their own when I was about 7 or 8. When they got back, I asked Mom if she missed us. I fully expected her to tell me how badly she missed me and all my siblings, but instead she just looked at me for what seemed like a very long time.
Finally she said, “Yeah. I missed you.” I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me, but I couldn’t imagine her enjoying herself on her own. I completely understand that long silence now.
Here is Holly on the Harbor steps. I love those posts on the left, which somehow make the picture.
Me hanging out at the Lusty Lady. Rome may be burning, but the Lady still has a sense of humor.
Cool trip. Wanna trade houses for a week? An east coast/west coast trade? You think I’m kidding?
My brother-in-law does this with his house. When he first mentioned it to me this summer, I wasn’t sure I could it myself, but he has had a great experience. I know we want to visit Boston, but it’s pretty far from my folks, so staying at your house would be a great blessing.
You would love our place. We’re about 10 mniutes from downtown Seattle, both its stadiums, Pike Place market, Elliott Bay Book Company, and Capitol Hill (to mention a few). If you go the other way on I90, you can head up into the Cascade mountains for hiking and waterfalls.
The bad news is all the cleaning we’d have to do to make the house ready to trade. Oh, my! Almost makes me willing to pay for a Boston hotel. Almost.
Have you done house swaps before, Ruth?