BACK IN SEATTLE

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
—T. S. Eliot

We arrived in Seattle around 8:30pm last night after a 13-hour drive and exactly 3 months away. All said and done we did 8, 405 miles of driving.

I saw so much in the last three months. I watched out the window as the terrain changed before my eyes. There's no one transition point, but it changes nonetheless. Every mile.

Even with Gus and then getting hit by a car, I feel like I still got a lot done while we were away. Ten paintings in all plus my Signal job and Mardi Gras. Didn't do too bad.

It's always hard to leave New Orleans. This time we got to slowly sneak up on Seattle and witness all the miles in between. It was a nice way to fade our way back to Seattle.

As we drove up the street, neighbors heard the diesel truck and came out to say hello. It was a great homecoming and I missed these wonderful people. My neighborhood doesn't suffer from the stereotypical northern coldness. In fact, it's quite the opposite. And I love that.

Still, we need drive-thru daiquiris here.....