Smell the Salt Air

I have to say flying with my son can be a joy. Our flight home was uneventful and I was able to actually consume the entire $400 mini bottle of wine purchase from cheap ass Alaska Air. The boy sat quietly in his seat the entire flight. We fed him the whole time and he was happy. He shared his pretzels with Steve the Cat, who is also now a seasoned flier.

We were greeted at the airport by the trusty in-laws and they were a welcomed sight. Someone else to wrangle my child for a brief moment. We dined at Anthony’s in Des Moines and the minute I got out of the car I knew I was home. I could smell the wonderful salt air.

Flying in to Seattle always makes me appreciate my city so much more. I love the moment you pass through the clouds and you look down upon the islands that dot the sound. We flew right over Tacoma and it was odd to say, “ohh! look, I can see the bridges.” We have 2 now. The landscape is covered in green hills and as you get closer to the ground you see exactly how tall our trees truly are. There are certain things about the northwest that make you love it so much. The trees are one of my favorites.

The best part about stepping off the airplane… the weather. We were welcomed by partly cloudy skies and 71 degrees. Ahh! Heaven. So long swoobs!

2 Comment

  1. Jenny2 says: Reply

    We live in a magical place, that’s for sure. The smell of the air…. ahhhhhh. It’s fantastic. Welcome home.

  2. After sampling the delights of living in Southern and Northern California for the past 7 years, moving back to the PNW was wonderful. The one requirement was that I could see trees from my house….I got that! Trees Rock!

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