The ocean speaks in spits and I can hear it from the interstate. And I’m screaming at my sister on a cell phone, she is far away.
This weekend I finally flew up to visit two good friends who live in Seattle, WA – home of the original Starbucks, and one of my favorite romantic comedies.
I went to Seattle expecting it to be a carbon copy of San Francisco. I was wrong. Their politics are similar, and their LGBT community is proud and lovely. But it was quite different from the city I call home. First of all, there is an abundance of greenery… or, at this time of year, autumn colored leaves covering the sidewalks, which is actually really beautiful. I say this even though I almost slipped on some soggy leaves. Luckily I have cat-like reflexes and saved myself from having a soggy bottom. Additionally, it was cold. Not Chicago winter cold, but colder than SF… and rainy, but I was expecting that, and am happy to have experienced Seattle’s rainy season.
The city was quite dreamy… it had a very relaxed and homey feel. I would describe Seattle as a more liberal midwest, because it reminded me a lot of Minnesota… I don’t know why. It also felt a little 90′s, like the majority of the fashion in the midwest. I’m not hating, just observing. I’m happy to be home, but on the walk up my beloved street, I was missing the colorful leaves and the crisp Washington air, and my Seattle-ite friends. I’ll be back soon! I’ll have to do an update that includes photos… too tired at the moment. Chinese food coma. Seattle had some really great signs, and architecture. Oh man. The little houses! Stay tuned!