I started chatting with a guy while I was waiting for my flight back to San Diego monday. He asked me if I was heading home or away. I told him I was going home, but started thinking about it on the flight. I’ve got a job and a lease in San Diego, but in three days back in the northwest I saw more good friends than I could count, met a baby that two of them made, and watched two more get married.

I don’t want to whine or sound like I’m regretting the move, it was something I needed to do and I’ve had a great time over the last four months, but it will take a long time, and more importantly some strong friendships before the Seattle to San Diego flight feels like a trip home.