I Hate Seattle

I'm doing my best not to come completely unglued in this shit-hole, poorly mannered, self-absorbed, Kumbya singin', Birkenstock wearin', loner town before we move. YES, I'm SHITTING on Seattle. My original motivation here was to make a butt load of money, which I did, and create a dream home and live happily ever after. Well, tell ya what. It's curtain call time. Made the money, got the big house and fancy sports car, fulfilling my wishes, in the right town with money and being the wrong place to live after fulfilling my wishes.

Recently it's been like playing PacMan, and now it's "Game Over". I'm tired most recently feeling like a foreign citizen living in the city I used to call home. My partner Rory keeps telling me that many people will miss me after I leave Seattle for good. I love and trust him, but, honestly, I don't see that happening after I leave here. I'll slip out of Seattle and be forgotten, which I hope truly happens as a clean break in my life.

I was SO busy paying attention to my needs, earnings, and plumbing business, once that I had actually stepped back away from all this, and sought out others (with my partner added newly), I had realized that Seattle is no place to live, especially as a gay couple that consists of both a blue and white collar gay male, and neither of us own Spandex body suits to bicycle in.

I've moved from beyond bitter, to disappointed with Seattle. It's probably part of a 'five stage grieving process', with "FREEDOM AND OUT OF HERE" as the last stage of the process.

I pray that I'm able to keep my sanity before our pending moving day back to Louisiana. I find myself becoming more intolerant of Seattle as each day passes.