I spent a few days last week out in Seattle meandering around and spending time with friends, testing the waters to see if there could be a love connection between that city + me. It was my second trip out there this year. And this one included some really amazing ice cream.
Over a fantastic lunch I grilled France for hours, asking her if I would enjoy living in Seattle. Explain hiking in Seattle to me, I asked her. Camping, summers, neighborhoods, mountains. The Seattle Freeze. Tell me about it all. I did the same the next night with Paolo over many glasses of wine. Do you see me living here, I asked him.
Seattle means rain. I was granted an afternoon of sunshine, followed by two days of rain. But the truth is, I love rainy days. They give me an excuse to stay inside and indulge in things I enjoy... movies, coffee, books, bed, nothingness. I work best when there are grey skies and I stay in, turn up the music, and make something. Rainy mornings where you just burrow back under the covers and cuddle up. Those are my favorites. Somehow grey days feel comfortable to me. They fit me well.
Seattle on the other hand. Seattle. I have yet to decide if we are the right fit. Maybe I need more ice cream.