warning -- this one's mushy: whenever i find myself back in seattle, i always look forward to catching up with kaila. she's one of those super encouraging, uplifting people who says the most genuinely kind things to you and makes you feel like a million --nay, a trillion! -- bucks. when i think about being happy, there are lots of things that come to mind -- but one scene in particular is sitting in her room in her little house she was renting in queen anne during college. and it was the quaintest little room -- creaky hardwood floors, and a yellow bedspread, and the windows tossed open while a bit of that good seattle ran fell outside...and we just sat there for hours and talked, and talked -- about real love, and God, and everything. and my heart was so full seeing her surrounded by her theology books -- piled up and dogeared and bookmarked -- and those floorboards, which she restored, herself, from beneath a ratty carpet. kaila's the kind of person who always, always sees things for their potential...and not the way they are. that's the way she takes on a new home project -- something that runs in her blood. i remember going to her house when we were 14 and she'd be laying out plans to refinish an antique table to make it look just like the one she wanted at restoration hardware. but it's how she sees people, too. not for everyone they've been, but for everyone they could be. i'm a far better person for knowing her.
so anyway, we've a continuos text stream, kaila & i, of just us daydreaming of the day i'm back in seattle for good, and all the things we'll do together. and if those days are anything like the ones we spend when i'm back in town...well then i'm in for a treat. kaila always knows the best new spot to grab a cup of coffee, or to scour for antiques...even the best places to just take your journal & a friend -- to just sit, and recover, and be. and the best things to say, too, to remind you exactly who you are.
i love that city -- it's such a part of me. as is the girl who represents it so well. i can't wait to call those rainy streets home again. if any of you know how to time travel, say, 14 months, my ears are open.