We arrive at the house and after greeting everyone and exchanging hugs, I decide to take a walk around the familiar house. I see pictures of myself from when I was young. I then find the photos of all our family vacations. I see one from Mexico and Ireland and think about all of the beautiful sites that I saw and the people I met. I then see a scrapbook titled Paris and decide to take a look. Within the book I see photos of my family in front of the Eiffel Tower and my brother posing with a crepe. I then see a photo of all of us in front of the Sacré-Coeur Basilica. Suddenly I find myself reminiscing about this trip. I remember the tiring walk up the steps which seemed to take forever and the beautiful view of the building and the city from when we reached the top. Hundreds of people were gathered around to take in this beautiful place and as I take my focus off of the people I can hear music from a carousel playing from below. I remember the moment being perfect as I smile and turn the page of the scrapbook.

It is a cold winter's night and I can barely take the excitement of knowing that I'm home. My mother turns the car to the left and I can see pike's sign glowing ahead of us, across the street people wait in the cold for their expereince at the world's first starbucks. I watch tourists take pictures together in front of the signs. Next door the french bakery is closing as I see a young man sweeping the floors. I sit patiently in the passengers seat watching the city glow, taking in every memory of it. If I tilt my head over far enough I can see the space needle glowing and remeber all the times of calling it the big green spot as a child. I know that soon we will be there. I remeber all the days spent playing in the field in front of the KeyArena and the nights of watching the trees glow from the Christmas lights. I remember the times spent playing in the fountain as any other child is now your best playmate. The rides in the center below the space needle and the pure fear i felt of the drop from the frogger ride. I take in every memory of growing up here, as I then ease into a sort of peace.