Spent the weekend in the city. I am always energized by the city, both by being there and by spending time with people that I love while I'm there. It's not my city anymore. It has changed while I've been gone and I have changed, too. In certain neighborhoods, all of the quirky personality is being razed and replaced with tech offices and businesses that serve the employees of the tech companies. I like going to the new restaurants and coffee shops that have sprung up there; I am not immune to the charms of this new environment. But I miss the sense of discovery that I used to have walking around. I miss the mess and vitality, the sense that the city was alive in an organic way.
I was happy to see some places were still recognizable to me. The docks and floating offices of the Center for Wooden Boats are still there. Lake Union itself, of course, with its marinas and sea birds and sailboats. Even the giant storage facility near the entrance to the freeway made me smile for its longevity.
I both long to go back and know that there is probably no place for me there, know that I have become a country mouse who likes it quiet, who needs some wildness, who cannot and does not want to keep up. Yet this place does not feel like home without Alejandro here.