The greatest part about moving to Seattle is remembering how much I love The Cure and Nirvana. Not that I ever really forgot, but I suppose I kind of did. To a small degree. Every restaurant we try is playing one of the two, and I feel like it’s bringing me back to my shitty teenage roots, which is kind of great. I’m remembering angsty Amy that had a Nirvana/Green Day/Weezer shrine in her bedroom and CD albums decked out with pictures of Kurt Cobain. That Amy was oh-god-so-awkward, but she was also dreamy and hopeful, and I dig remembering how it felt to be that age every now and again. I also will eternally regret getting rid of my Dr. Martens from middle school. Goddammit.
We’ve been eating everything and walking everywhere, getting to know the neighborhoods. I got my first Seattle haircut yesterday up in Capitol Hill and ate the greatest veggie sandwich of all time. I’ve been a vegetarian for 5 years now, and I’ve never really tried any meat substitute stuff, but they had this tomato field roast that was amaziiiiiiing. PLUS the sandwich was called Emilio Pestovez, so, obvs a brilliant sandwich from the get-go.
Things I’m realizing I know nothing about after moving here:
Recycling. I KNOW. I’m a real asshole. Utah’s not that big into the whole recycling thing, and nobody really sorts anything. Restaurants just have a garbage can–they don’t have the three or four garbage cans you see everywhere in Seattle. So now I’m the dick that has to stop and read the instructions EVERY TIME I throw something away. I’m not proud of it, guys. Don’t judge me.
Night life. This is a legit city where people are always milling around. People LIVE here. Salt Lake City, at least downtown, is a commuter town where it’s bustling with businesspeople during the day but mostly a ghost town at night. Not so here. I am continually surprised by the sheer amount of people on the streets every night. I lived a sheltered life, I know.
WATER. Boats, guys. Boats. So cool. I hope the novelty of seeing the Lake Union houseboats NEVER goes away. Or the sea planes. Or the cranes on Elliott Bay. I’m obsessed with it all because I’ve been landlocked my whole life. Also, locks are stairs for boats? WHAT? So cool. I need to ride the ferries here ASAP. I’m into it.
I unpacked our last box last Friday, which left me feeling like I’d be fine to never see another cardboard box again ever. But we’re renting again, so, tough shit, Amy. You’ll see boxes many many more times. We’re all settling in nicely, and we finally got the TV all set up so we could finish season 2 of The Killing. SO GOOD. Anyone else a Killing fan? We had to start watching it to get pumped on Seattle. We’re glad we did.
Happy Monday. I’m elbow deep in job hunting, so I’m sending hireable, success vibes out in the universe for anyone else doing the same.