The first twenty-four hours were rough. But now that I am imminently readjusting to daily life in Seattle, I find myself quite content. I will certainly miss Paris and will return and will talk anybody's your ear off about it if you just let me, but that doesn't stop Seattle from being an incredible place to live, especially as summer approaches.
A few updates about my life since I returned home...
- I got a job! I will be working probably part-time as a Teacher's Aide at the Seattle Learning Center in Queen Anne. This is a sweet job because a) I work with 1-5 year olds, b) I will be working a lot with their summer camps, and c) it's very near my house.
- I am 21! Time to rediscover the city as according to a legal drinker.
- I am coming up to Whitman this weekend, if all goes according to plan in terms of rides. I will be very happy to see my dear friends, especially those who are graduating and those who I have not seen since last May.
What's so special about Seattle anyway? I should rephrase that question: what makes me happy to be back in Seattle after tearfully leaving Paris? One, KEXP radio. Two, weather like today's (I will be eating my words tomorrow as it rains and the heavy sky suffocates my soul). Three, people. The PEOPLE, my god! So they may dress poorly depending on which neighborhood you're in, and they certainly talk loudly. But my GOD they are nice!
Exhibit A: Stopping for pedestrians. Not only will drivers gladly stop for pedestrians, but they will visibly slow down early on so that you can begin to cross without the fear of being mutilated and killed at the very last moment. Today, a driver actually stopped for me with no crosswalk in sight, and smiled at me as I crossed. And no, the driver was not a young man with ulterior motives.
Exhibit B: Chatting up strangers. Now I am in now way a proponent of small talk, but god do I love talking to people! I am that person who will chat you up if I see you reading a book I love, or tell you I like your haircut, or shamelessly point out that you have a piece of lettuce stuck to your bum while you wait for your date to join you at dinner. At coffee yesterday (I was desperately trying to recreate Paris by taking my coffee at Le Panier at the market but the photos of Paris adorning the walls of the bakery were upsetting to me but at the same time had the silliest appearance) I made friends with an older woman and we talked as she consumed her two croissant pastries in a rather disgusting manner. Today, the guy who cut my hair and I shared more than a few laughs (I tried to not shake my head too much while my body convulsed) and now we're having lunch together and are texting besties.
Last reason for loving home, no caption necessary:
I'm so excited that you're coming to visit! We'll have to have dinner or something!
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