I'm so scared to go back there again and I don't know why.
Gray, rainy skies, the waterfront, and Mount Rainier will all be waiting for me. (Just typing that last sentence has made me smile).
Later this morning I fly out to Seattle. This'll be my third time visiting there.
I have another interview with the same city department I interviewed for during the summer.
This time though it's not for a job. If I pass the interview, I'll be allowed to apply for future positions only available to staff and not open to the public. The exclusive access would bolster my chances of getting in there one day.
I'll be staying in Seattle for almost a week, so after the interview I'll have several days to explore and relax and recharge.
It'll be a much-needed getaway as I've been working non-stop it seems all this year.
But I feel rushed or like I'm not ready. Maybe it's my nerves getting the better of me.
What if I don't like it there this time? What if I do?
My insides are trembling but there's no turning back now. Now there's only Seattle.
Climb, Dean. Climb.