Hunter spent the night with my parents last night because I had something going on a church in Tacoma. I knew I was going to go for a run down on the waterfront afterwards, so since I was enjoying some lovely alone time, I took the long way to the water.
I drove down 6th avenue and something happened that I wasn't expecting... my heart started aching, I truly missed living in that area.
Right after college, a friend and I got an apartment right in the heart of the 6th avenue district. It was right behind a doggy day care and a tattoo shop. Right across the street was Chopstix (piano bar) and Shakabra (the coolest hippie coffee cafe). Within a block is a martini bar, a great Indian restaurant, Starbucks, a jazz club, and of course of liquor store.
I had such a wonderful time being able to walk out my front door and being able to walk to 10 fabulous restaurants or coffee shops. Or just take a walk and look at all the beautiful old houses.
Last night, it felt like my heart was mourning the loss of living IN town and now in a development that is a 5 minute drive from a McDonald's. I would love to live in an old craftsman house in the heart of a town again.
But sadly, Jesse does not agree. He wants to live in the boonies one day and have his very own pond with ducks and geese. Boo! Maybe one day....