Well, I looked into a house I once lived in
Around the time I first went on my own
When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of
And my friends and I were one
Now the distance is done and the search has begun
I've come to see where my beginnings have gone

~ Looking Into You, by Jackson Browne

I drove north to Seattle this past weekend to help my stepmom with removing some furniture from her new apartment she now shares with her new husband. During the drive up I stopped off at the house I lived in from the time I was a year or two years old until about 9, when I moved from my Mom’s house to live with my father and stepmother. It was a stunner to pull up to the lot and see the new house that is being built. I was filled with memories as I stood outside, noting that the front yard was basically gone, but the tall fir tree in the back was still there from when I was a kid. My mother and father bought the place in 1963 or 64 for something like $16,000.00. Needless to say it was a strange experience.

Other items from the weekend included meeting Jasper, my stepmom’s husband’s (Chuck) cat, the shoulder of Mt. Rainier peeking out on the way home and getting home in time to see Nora’s team win their division championship basketball game. Great team and amazing coach.