At this time Monday evening I shall be on a plane bound for Seattle and cherishing the sight of the greater Boston area quickly fading into a tiny speck on the horizon. While I will really miss the fam, I haven't seen the majority of my Seattle-mates in over a year (and Twitter is hardly a replacement) . The trip is for work, but I hope to get to a MHC mid-week service, hit Monsoon at least once, collapse from a dim sum lunch coma, hop on a ferry and catch up with some of the best people on the planet at BigE's. If I manage to take some time off on Friday (as I've planned for), I also hope to swing by as many places I can to help re-etch them in my pattern buffers.

I know the area has changed quite a bit in the last year, mostly due to the economy. Even my home campus - MHC Lake City - is no more. Still, I suspect I'll have more "Movie Script Ending" moments of nostalgia than not.

It may be due to all the moving around and significant life-issues in the past four years, but I keep musing over how I don't recall things being this dynamic when I was growing up. Perhaps one of the benefits of youth is the immunity to the effects of constant, significant change.