Snow in Seattle

My friend Thom depicted it pretty perfectly.

I was taking a walk

I live close enough to downtown now that I can walk out the door with my camera and be in the middle of the shopping district within 10 minutes. Dangerous and so, so, beautiful. Either way, the whole point of dropping the $$$ for my camera was to walk out the door and have instant, creative, entertainment. The move to First Hill has made it tres simple.

Seattle Times

It has only been a year since I have been living in Seattle officially (I was basically living with R for, oh, 8 months before that, but not paying rent yet), and SWEET JESUS it has made all the difference in the world. Although many transplants would argue that Seattle isn't a REAL city, it sure as hell feels like one to me. What I hated in the suburbs, though, was the lack of people with drive. Everyone was so uninspired, including myself.

I am fairly young. I mean, I'm pretty young. I will consider my first year out of the suburbs the beginning of my actual adult life, I suspect. I just can't believe that I'm finally living it and that it is as great as I thought it would be. I want to go and tell 12 year old me that everything will work out fine and you WILL get out! And have boobs! And hold hands with your cute boyfriend at hip lounges drinking fancy beer! Just like you imagined you would!

Of course, novelty wears off.
But hot damn is it ever good while its still novel.

This park will be nearly abandoned in a month. Because the rain will have come and all the beautiful parks will be soggy and horrible. God. Just don't come back, rain.

One of my good friends FINALLY moved here after commuting an hour each way to school here for not one, but TWO quarters! He has a sweet, perfectly located apartment. Im so jealous.

And now we finally revel in our new lives together, going on walks through streets with what seem to be an impossible amount of interesting [looking] people, things, places.

And best of all, his building is next door to one of my favorite Ethiopian restaurants. I eat Ethiopian at least once a week. This is a huge, awesome deal. My neighborhood is drowning in them, but the closest one is 4 blocks away! That isn't anything, but it's everything when I'm trying to convince myself to get off my ass and go get food.

So now, we can be newbs together, and wander around in a pathetic state of awe that Seattle probably doesn't even deserve. Here's to more beer drinking and more Ethiopian eating. Yes, I am a cannibal.

I'm just excited. Still. Forever. I hear it only gets better from here?!