I spend enough time in Seattle that coming back to the city feels a lot like coming home. We have our places we go. We have our walks we take. And… The food… All of these trips are about food to some extent, and this one is no different. In fact, the main food attraction isn’t even open this go round, so we need to come back to get that handled in a month or two. Seattle is not New York. It is not nearly as sleepless as the film stock would have you believe. In fact, most of the city is done by 7pm and the streets, when not empty, find themselves home to the tribe of homeless and drug users. They are mostly harmless to everyone but themselves, though. So long as you know how to act, you’ll be fine. We’ve been fine the entire short time we have been here and we have been insanely happy the entire time we’ve been here. Trust that it isn’t just the food.
The Pacific Northwest is where we want to be or somewhere climate similar in a land where we don’t need to deal with the massively harmful and stupid politics of the current USA. I love the walking and the weather. I love how the Lady Talis and I feel when we are here. I love how I feel in my skin when we are here.
Tomorrow we will be gone–back to the desert and back to the classroom and me back to the words in force. The 16 week countdown is underway come Monday morning. Time to start the show.