I’ve been working on this blog since last year. Okay, so maybe not actually writing it, but thinking about. The Northwest is an interesting place and one day while taking a long bus ride (522) home in the rain, I laughed thinking about the fact that I have survived here (kind of) being loud and Southern. If you’ve never lived here then you are about to learn how those two things stick out.
I moved to Washington State in 2014 after a poor decision to get married. I lived in a city called Lacey, which was literally a stop light from Olympia. It rained a bit and I never saw snow, so I figured this place might not be so bad. The worst thing about where I was, was probably the mushroom factory. It made the entire city smell like open ass and shame. It’s safe to say that candles and me had a close relationship.
Fast forward to eight months later. My ex-wife had done some bullshit and decided a new house would be a new start, so we moved to Puyallup, Washington, which is a bit further North. I loved this area and loved my house even more. I was dead smack in the middle of everything and it didn’t take me an hour to get to Seattle for poetry on Tuesday nights. I didn’t have to get on I-5 (which is the traffic devil), if I didn’t want to. I got to fall asleep to the sounds of frogs in the pond in the backyard and the weather was doable. It didn’t snow (much) and the rain didn’t stop my show. What I did have to deal with was a year or so of marital problems and misery. My escape was Seattle. I’d drive there because the grungy looking city reminded me of home with its clutter and art. I loved Pike Place. Still do. I said to myself that I probably wouldn’t mind living there. Things always seem so nice from the outside, right?
So in May of 2016, I’d pack my shit and leave the whole state and my wife behind.
I’d return in December 2017 to be with my now Said Lover who I’d met in 2015 and started dating in 2016: story for another day. She lived in Seattle. She’d shown me a lot about the city, but my brain went in circles because there were so many places, from Sodo to Westlake, Belltown, Othello, The CD, Columbia City, Beacon Hill, Chinatown (NOT international district, fuck you to the white boy that tried to correct me. I said what I said), U-District, Capital Hill, South Lake Union (fuck Jeff Besos)… the list literally goes on. I actually know most of these places now and can drive them without GPS. GO ME!
Now let’s get into the nitty-gritty. How the fuck does one survive here?
That’s all folks!