Fuck Seattle
I now live in Lake Tahoe and thank god for that. I lived in Seattle for five years. I'm a junior at UW and still need to finish my degree but I'm not sure I can go back to that rain-filled, depressing, passive-aggresive, non-spontaneous city. Seattle is like an ex-boyfriend and I'm bitter about our relationship. I have many friends that, all of whom I love, but guess what? Do we ever, EVER, hang out? No. Because everyone in Seattle has their job, their school, their gym, their little isolated life that we have to navigate daily via bus, car, bike or walking and doing so takes FUCKING forever, so we never hang out. I go to work, school, yoga and then home. Once I'm home I listen to NPR and cook healthy food bought at the farmers market and sit in my clean meditative house and feel smug about what a green, intelligent life I'm leading and then feel depressed cause I want to see friends, but it's piss pouring outside and to drive, or walk, or bus would all suck and my friend lives on top of Fremont hill and I live at the bottom of Wallingford hill. So I sit, smug and depressed and dream of living somewhere sunny where people are bright and interested and available to hang out.
The first question you ask someone you meet in Seattle is "what's your name?" Second question, "Where do you live?" Because if you live in Beacon Hill and I live in Wallingford, let's not even bother talking to each other anymore cause we'll just be bummed that we like each other and know we'll never hang out.
FUCK SEATTLE. I'm not even there anymore, but just like a relationship, once you've moved on you start to realize all the things that drove you crazy, that you let pass you by, because you were blinded by love.