Post spring break, and I miss the west coast. Leah and I flew out to visit our good family friends, the Mitchells and the Whalens in Bremerton, which is just a short ferry ride from Seattle, WA.
Our week-long visit was spent in their company, antiquing, taking photos, boating, and enjoying snow flurries.
This was my fifth time visiting the Seattle area, and every time I’m there I fall in love with the Northwest even more! The Florida sunshine came with us, and it did not rain once! One afternoon, Leah and I took the ferry over to Seattle to visit Pike’s Market (where I ended up running into some UF Campus Crusade people) and to just explore more of the city. Most of our time was spent around the market area, though we did end up by Pioneer Square, where I took this photo (my favorite from the whole trip):

Rob had lent me a spare 35mm camera of his–while this photo is decent, my others confirm a need to practice my photography skills.

Leah and I had a wonderful time visiting with our friends (who are really more like family) and it was hard to leave on Friday morning.

I was only home with my family for an afternoon, and Leslie was by on Saturday to take me back to Gainesville with her. We stopped on the way up to have dinner with my grandparents and extended family before arriving home at our apartment.

I’ve settled back in now, but find that I cannot regain any sense of productivity.

Sunday, Leslie and I ran some errands before having friends over for dinner and a movie.

At a local video store I finally found the movie The Fall–I had been searching everywhere for it.
The film was all I hoped it would be, and I have to rank it among my favorite movies of all time.

It’s now monday evening, and I have homework that will most likely keep me up all night. I seem incapable of mustering the initiative to actually start working on it.
Plus (with the advent of allergy season) I also find myself taking lots of Benadryl to quell my incessant sneezing and watery eyes–so I’m also a might bit sleepy.

However, my 7 page paper on Ulysses, Modernism and the Church will not write itself…
Alas! if only I were back on the West coast, it would be three hours earlier!