It's not easy finding love in the northwest, driving down the highway late at night listening to her talking, to her voice and the highway and looking over at her and smiling whenever she said something funny, talking as little as possible, and then we're there, pulling up to her house, and she says to call her tomorrow, bye david, yeah, bye. Pulling out, I missed her more than I knew I should, and when I went to exit the highway I saw the sign to Seattle and had the chance to go that way on interstate 5 and never coming back, but I laughed at myself and turned onto the 512 to Tacoma. In my head I wrote bad prose and worse poetry on the empty highway, going no faster than the speed limit because I didn't want to get any farther away, and I thought, it's not easy finding love in the northwest, but it's sure a lot easier than it should be.

I went to a wedding today in a church full of my old memories. I made new ones to add to the list, laughing with my oldest friends and thinking I'd like to be married here, and I'd like to have my funeral here. It just seems right.

I'm back and living large in Tacoma.