This is a public service announcement, this is only a test, emergency evacuation protest-Green Day

When I can’t think of a title for article, I just write the song lyric I just heard.That came from Warning by green day.

It was that line that gave me an idea. For the last however long I’ve been trying to convince my counterparts to move across country from New Hampshire and Toledo to live with me in Seattle. This is easy for me to say, because I’ve moved so many times in the last three years. To give example of this, I’ve lived on the East Coast the West Coast and the Midwest this year alone. 

I’ve made a habit of staying in one place for about three months, moving somewhere else, going back to that first place moving somewhere else after three months again, and so on and so forth. 

This lifestyle was great for the first two years. I had spent the first 20 years of my life living in Michigan, the house I grew up in was my fathers childhood home, and subsequently my grandparents house before I moved in when I was seven. so essentially I live in the same place my entire life.

This lifestyle can also get very old, very quickly. It’s lonely living on the road. It’s a simple as that. When you’re only somewhere for three months you can’t cultivate friendships, you can’t get into a routine, you can’t really do anything because it’s only short-term. 

At this point I’ve been here for four months. I work two jobs in my field starting my career I have business plans I’m working out

I know I’m going to be in Seattle for a couple years. My parents just moved to the Pacific Northwest my sister lives down the hall from me I have a good job that’s in my field. I have no reason to go anywhere, and the feeling is amazing.

It’s strange though, since moving here my life is changed drastically. And I’m not as upset or angry at everything anymore. If you were to ask Ted how to describe me he would say the angriest person alive, I can’t really blame him. 

I have a perfect example of this. A week or so ago I run article about how much I hate Christmas. I still don’t love Christmas but in that time I’ve met some people, now have some friends, I’m going out little bit and actually having a life and now I’m hosting a Christmas party. 

And no, I’m not doing this because of a girl. The girl who is organizing this party I’m hosting is married.

So, all my friends, I have to say, move. If you’re not happy with your life, then leave. Keep moving until it all feels right.

Chihuly Gardens and Glass: A Tribute to the One-eyed Glass God 

Hello dear reader, I am attempting to fulfill a promise of mine. To give a virtual tour of the Seattle Center.

I’m writing a more in-depth piece as we speak, but I wanted to give ya’ll a little taste.

Below is the glass house, an open conservatory with a ceiling covered in Persian (the name of the series, not Middle Easterners).

The glass house looking over the Sun

This is The Sun. Dale Chihuly loves gardens, they were his biggest and earliest influence. Just by taking a glance at his work, one would surmise that he has a love of botany. (That means flowers, guys).

The Sun, at the Center of the Gardens

That is all for now, dear reader. Check back in tomorrow for more…or else.

The Needle of Space Rules the City 

Just so y’all know I’m not fucking with you.

So over the next few days I will be giving  you, our dear reader, a virtual tour of The Seattle Center. The biggest tourist trap in the entire city.

May the love prosper inside of you.

Wait is that right….
Side note: there are three Starbucks on or around the premise.



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.