seattle

Livin’ In Seattle: It’s hella tight, bro!

So when I told my Midwestern and southern friends that I was moving to Seattle, it was always greeted (and rapidity was and still is being greeted) with the same slew of questions; following, of course, “ewww, gross.”
(Read the following in a bad Paris Hilton voice):
“Why would you want to move there? It’s so gloomy, doesn’t it rain like all the time?” You know you’re going to get seasonal depression, right?”

First off, a little history of me: I grew up in the Detroit/Toledo/Ann Arbor area. More specifically the right wing, conservative, hell-hole village of Ida, Michigan. Ida is located in the middle of a cornfield, 5 miles off of a highway. It’s biggest pull is the Christmas parade, the first weekend of December. Nothing else. Lived there for 20 years. 20 fucking years. I hated it more than life itself and when I finally got off my ass and left, I moved to the South.
I’m a glass blower and what I attracted me to the South was a craft school in North Carolina. Glass then sent me to Richmond, Va, back to North Carolina, Washington D.C., back to Richmond, back to D.C., and finally to Seattle. The South was too hot and humid and I didn’t love all the politics. So I decided to go where I’ve never gone: the West Coast.
Now back to the original question: “why would you want to move to Seattle?” The answer is simple. Seattle is fucking amazing. The more in depth answer is that Seattle is a thriving, culturally expansive, technologically advanced, young, happy, weed-friendly place. That, and it doesn’t experience blizzards, black ice, Ohio drivers (Aja) and things called “the polar vortex”. Anything with the name “polar” in it I don’t want to deal with.
Yes, as I write this it is raining, but it’s a Seattle rain, which is a constant drizzle. It’s not that bad and I kind of love it. The city is in a constant mellow; it is at all times a clear-headed place. I like to think it’s this way because the rain is so tranquil.
Thanks to Bill Gates, Paul Allen, and Jeff Bezos, Seattle has become a tech hub. Young people work in tech, people who work in tech have money. And young people with money invest in the city’s culture, art, and entertainment. Or in simpler terms, they invest in the kinds of things that other young people enjoy. The whole city is wired with bike lanes and public transportation. It’s so easy to get anywhere. I don’t have a car because I don’t need a car. We have amazing museums, concert venues, parks, mountains, hikes, etc., etc. I initially wrote a whole list of things until I realized it looked like the writings of a crazy man. Just come and see for yourself.
Everyone here is happy. People on the street will say “hi” and smile at you. Everyone walks or rides their bike everywhere; everyone is in shape. It’s so nice. I walk by Lake Union every morning and see First and Capital Hills covered in vegetation and homes in the reflection of the water. It just makes me feel happy.
Marijuana. I am a stoner and I will never and have never denied it. Everywhere I’ve lived, “stoner” has had a weird connotation. Most people think of a high school drop out, on his couch, playing video games, doing nothing with his life. That has never been and never will be me. I’m a very active and productive person, who becomes more active and thoughtful when stoned. Here in Seattle NOBODY CARES–literally nobody gives two fucks. Everybody has tried it and the taboo is gone.
To me, Seattle is really a haven of hope and light. I love it here. Every place I’ve lived, I’ve had a problem feeling like I fit in. I’m trying to make this new city home. I’ve never felt at home–until I moved to Seattle.

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