My City

I live in Seattle.

Although this is a statement I’ve made frequently, it is finally true.  I’ll be staying where I am, and I finally feel like I can call Seattle my home.  It only took 10 months, no big deal.

It’s funny how long everything seems to take, but how quickly time passes.  That I haven’t seen some of my dear friends in over a year seems impossible, yet that’s how it is.

But this is my city now.  The weather is starting to tip towards autumn and the grey skies are rolling back in.  I’ve lived a beautiful summer here, enjoyed the sunlight and the breezes, and now we’re headed back into darkness.  Last year I wouldn’t have imagined my life would be as it is now, but I’m truly happy.  I have loved and lost and hurt and been hurt.  I have struck out, made foolish choices, and I’m sure it’s not all over.  If everything actually stabilized, I’d be done.  I don’t want to be done.

This is my city.  Come visit.  I will show you the library, the sculpture park, the market.  We will go to the photo booth beneath the space needle, or in the bar that’s a bit of a walk from my house.  We will watch the fish swim in the locks or watch the water move in the locks, whichever happens to be happening at the time.  We will find live music and dance around and we will listen to poetry and drink wine and I will show you this place.  Come, come, come.