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.