Let's all say it together: Maggie, you suck at blogging. You S-U-C-K at blogging. It's pretty abismal, really.
Tonight on the ferry I thought about all of the memories and things I've done in Seattle this summer. I could fill a book with all of the thoughts and memories I had. And yet, so few of them made it to this here public blog. It was a time of trial and error, fixing and discovering, and evaluating and thinking. It was a selfish summer spent entirely on myself. But I don't think that's entirely it, either. I kind of think if I lived in the city permanently, I would probably remain a pitiful excuse for a blogger, not because I don't love recording my life and sharing it, but because I love taking advantage of being where I am, too. I love taking 10:55pm ferries home and not having a second to blog. I love making every experience count and I love that everything is an experience. I love never being bored.
Maybe I'll wish I'd blogged better in a few months when I'm so Seattle nostalgic I reread everything I wrote. Maybe I'll wish I took more pictures. But, I also think fully being present opened up opportunities I wouldn't have had stuck behind a computer, too.
Anyhow, as I write this, the present feels like a profound moment of sorts. I did indeed take the 10:55pm ferry home tonight and it was the last ferry back to the Island I'll take for the summer. And, I got to take my mom home with me tonight, who is presently sleeping in the bed I've slept in for 3 months next to me conked out. I don't know if it's really sunk in that everything is in its "last" stages- last night's sleep, last drive through the forest home, last breakfast on the porch- but I also think that as much as I'm going to miss Seattle, none of it actually feels that final because I don't think it is. I know I'll be back.