a little sleepless for you...

i am feeling a little not-quite-home sick...every fall i get a little nostalgic for a special time in my life that was one of the greatest things i have ever done...(and it has been raining for days and i can't think of anything else)


i miss that mountain view that blew my mind every time i saw it. it would reflect off of the bus window and was breathtaking....


i miss gas works park...boat houses...one time i saw a bald eagle there!


i miss the disco confessional bathroom...


mr d rock bass and i used to spend HOURS in this place watching cute boys...the black t-shirt and skinny jeans look was reemerging. and $30 could get us a pack of american spirits and a hefty inebriation for the evening...

i lived in seattle for a bit right after i graduated from college. alone. on my own. had to start from scratch with friends, jobs and everything. it was AhhhMAZING. i was way poor and had to eat tofu & pasta everyday. fun consisted of getting drunk with the neighbor while playing card games. i was volunteering my ass off & found EVERY free thing to do in that city....




by the time i left i had quite a few jobs, enough money, TONS of friends and knew that place like the back of my hand...








but it wasn't home. it was magical place where some people ran away to to be accepted...some went to the emerald city because their ____ city, mid-west, usa had kept them from their full potential...some were natives...others were nomads. i just didn't quite fit anywhere. i wasn't running from anything. or i did run away only to realize it wasn't necessary to run at all...



this city was the most supportive and exciting place to explore. i remember sitting somewhere almost daily and thanking god for that experience and that life...i have never spent that much time in solitude but was rarely lonely...

so i miss you seattle. i miss walking in the rain. the salty, wet, pavementy smell of the air. the egyptian theater. coffee messiah. the cha-cha & bimbo's bitchin' burrito kitchen. linda's. the gravity bar and weird asian bosses that give tube socks for birthday presents. pike place market on a homesick day. giant flower bunches for $5. the smell of raw fish (despite my-at the time-vegetarianism, i liked it.) homemade tofu from the corner store. chai in the mist from the cart on the corner. my favorite bookstore with the kitty cats. foreign roommates. colored bungalows. tons of parks with oceans and lakes. the puget sound. gardens. exploring islands on ferry boat rides. bear-e-oke. the guy that looked just like his bulldog and would take him to the gym and lunch with him everyday. cool bus stops. music. music. music. early scenesters. street fairs. art museums. poverty. activism. rainier beer. the view from my pioneer square office. infinite laughs and adventures. the most romantic place i know.

thank you again for having me.