My new home
As beautiful as Seattle is, it is not New York.
It is quiet - so quiet that I can't sleep at night because the leaky faucet in the kitchen keeps me up with itsintermittentt tap tap...tap.
It is law-abiding - there is a strange group coercion here that prevents me from acting on my impulse to jaywalk on reds. All the other pedestrians are patiently waiting and staring me down.
It is lush - with all this accursed rain, we have brimming lakes, flowering trees, and spring bulbs everywhere...and all the creepy crawlies that go along with them. I used to be able to open my window without fear of mosquito attacks at night.
It is down to earth - you look dressed up if you don't have a huge fleece pullover and cargo pants on. Also, it appears that the activity of choice is hiking moutains. Blah.
It is lonely - aside from the extremely high weirdos I meet on the bus (they truly put New York creeps to shame), the heart of downtown is dead at 8pm at night...I miss the humanity and buzz of life.
It is quiet - so quiet that I can't sleep at night because the leaky faucet in the kitchen keeps me up with itsintermittentt tap tap...tap.
It is law-abiding - there is a strange group coercion here that prevents me from acting on my impulse to jaywalk on reds. All the other pedestrians are patiently waiting and staring me down.
It is lush - with all this accursed rain, we have brimming lakes, flowering trees, and spring bulbs everywhere...and all the creepy crawlies that go along with them. I used to be able to open my window without fear of mosquito attacks at night.
It is down to earth - you look dressed up if you don't have a huge fleece pullover and cargo pants on. Also, it appears that the activity of choice is hiking moutains. Blah.
It is lonely - aside from the extremely high weirdos I meet on the bus (they truly put New York creeps to shame), the heart of downtown is dead at 8pm at night...I miss the humanity and buzz of life.
posted by cat & elvin @ 10:13 AM
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