Bear with me, I gotta get through these city posts. It felt like home. Not Tacoma or Seattle specifically but just home. There were bridges, historic houses, beaches, frozen lemonade, giant plastic monster costumes, a carousel, a cheer brigade, celebrity rumors, graffiti, cliffs, parks, coffee, bicycles, new friends, and one magnificent school, well two.

Situated on a "hill" though it doesn't loom, the bricks are old, the atmosphere more than quaint, a river divides it from downtown. Water fire stirs an uncharacteristically vibrant personality but a few times a year, its conclusion restoring a serene plane. We met Daniel the alumni, whose eloquent speech made more lovely a dangerously near possibility. He talked for several hours, stirring further some growing desires.