I miss....

- Home.
- My new home away from home full of bike parts and bike language and grease and dreams and good people. My fairy god-father. I called him the other day and it was good to hear his voice.
- Rosemary
- My singlespeed Fat Chance
- My friends. All my friends. The laughter. The smiles. The bonds. The hugs.
- Dark beer. I will drink a porter and drink it slowly and savor every sweet sip of flavor over my tongue.
- My morning ride to work and the sights and sounds of a city freshly cleaned by the dawn.
- The Ballard Bridge. The mass of aged concrete and rebar and its colorful murals.
- Coffee shops. As ubiquitous as they are, it's good to know they're around.
- The Arboretum. To get away from it all.
- KEXP.
- The grungy, crunchy, liberal, whiney people of Seattle.
- Grungy, crunchy, liberal, whiney people's newspapers.
- Organic food.
- Reading a book.
- My wool hats. I knew I should have brought one.
- My sweet wool bike jerseys! Arrggggg I knew I should have brought one of those too.
- Rainier and the other mountains.
- The trees. Oh how I miss the big evergreen trees.
- And the water. The smell of salt water and being so close to the deep, cold ocean.