Seattle
Originally published on July 23rd, 2017
I recently visited Seattle, Washington for a few days. The road trip I took with my mom ended on the tenth when she dropped me off at the office I worked at and we said goodbye. I stayed in the city until the morning of the fourteenth, and although that's less than a week, there was a lot involved. I'm starting to write this the same day I flew home, and considering how much I currently miss everything this may end up being a bunch of paragraphs of emotions.
When my mom and I parted ways, I realized that I was officially in a city I didn't know very well surrounded by people I didn't know very well, but my sense of adventure somehow overtook any anxiety I could have had and I felt perfectly fine. I stayed with one of my mom's friends from college, and the first thing I did after looking at the office was walk down to a pier with her to look out at the water. Some of my favorite memories from the trip involve eating breakfast and drinking coffee with her while talking about a myriad of different things.
I think one of the funniest parts of this trip was finding people who are pretty much the living embodiment of what is running through my head most of the time. This made the couple meetings we had quite interesting (read: enjoyable) for me, but now it makes me miss everyone all the more. Even so, there are some people that you meet and you just know that they are going to be important to you for a long, long time.
A few days into my visit, my uncle took me to the campus of the University of Washington. Although I had spent the last six months being 99% sure of where I was going to college, I kept my mind open and sort of fell in love with the campus. I only visited two places (the library and theatre building. Ahem, theatre building), but I still loved it. I'm not sure I can say that I see myself there, but I like the possibility. This then leads to me sitting on my uncles' roof on my last night in the city. I took the picture below and kept thinking about the previous few days. I've always loved Seattle, and ever since I was little I've liked the idea of living there some day. The idea that I could live there earlier than some day is both terrifying and exciting.
I loved being in Seattle. I honestly think my few days there couldn't have come at a better time, as it gave me a sense of clarity that I don't think I would have received anywhere else. After walking in a city by myself and flying back alone I feel far more able than I did before. After working I feel more experienced, and after the three days as a whole I feel better. Seattle is a good place, and I'm glad I'll get to go back.
I took this incredibly subpar picture the night before I left.