6 years ago I moved to Seattle and fell in love with it. It felt like home. Never in my 26 years on this earth have I felt proud to live somewhere until then. Seattle made me. I discovered myself and met some of my best friends. 6 months ago I had some bad luck in my family. My youngest brother became a heroine addict and was in and out of rehab. My parents couldn't deal with him, and no one could get through to him. Him being 21 and me being his 26 year old big brother I felt like I had to step up. I tried from a far, but didn't do much. About a week after he got out of rehab my father had a heart attack. That moment put things in perspective for me. I made a decision to leave my favorite city in the world to go be with my family. I wasn't go to 2000 miles away and watch my brother slowly kill himeself. I quit my job, sold my crap, and got on a plane. I've been back in my home town which I hate for almost 6 months now. I took me 4 months to find a job, and that caused me to drain my measly life savings of 10k. While my dad is healthy, my brother is still having a hard time, and I becoming drained trying to get through to him. I want a break. I need a break. I physically ache for seattle. I ache for my friends, for lauhing again, for my favorite coffee shops, for the gray sky, for the rain. I want to feel happy again, even if it is for a couple days. All I need is a plane ticket to get there and back. I can stay with friends for free. I just want a trip back "home". Even in 300 people give one dollar each. I feel myself breaking. I just want to visit my love, Seattle.