home was also eerily devoid of permanent residents outside of the people who'd been there forever
home was (as rural small towns often are) sometimes scary as a trans woman, but no more than the city, i'd found out the hard way...
i don't hold any illusions about ellensburg because i lived there most of my young life (and part of my adult life), but it's still home and i still miss it by a heart-wrenching amount
i also miss kirkland but unlike ellensburg it's been gentrified to hell and back over the past 10 years
THAT place isn't home anymore. but i still miss taking walks up & down the railroad tracks (which then became the cross-kirkland corridor, which is now probably a g**gler-exclusive shuttle route by now...ugh) & eating blackberries right off the brambles
idk if you've ever had blackberries so ripe that they practically burst when you touch them, but there's almost nothing better in the world
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