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Sep. 17th, 2004 01:45 pmI don't believe I didn't mark my anniversary of first coming to Seattle in some way.
Labor Day weekend, 2001. I remember writing in my paper journal As the plane started to descend, my eyes filled up with green and almost overflowed. In the rental car, I rolled the window down and all but stuck my head out to breathe it all in.
It was on that trip that I went to Gasworks and, standing on the sundial for the first time, the world of my post-apocalyptic fairy tale dropped into my head pretty much fully formed.
Every morning of that long weekend, I would wake up and open the hotel window and say "Hi Seattle! How are you today?"
And now, plus six cats and minus one significant other, here I am. Where I belong.
Labor Day weekend, 2001. I remember writing in my paper journal As the plane started to descend, my eyes filled up with green and almost overflowed. In the rental car, I rolled the window down and all but stuck my head out to breathe it all in.
It was on that trip that I went to Gasworks and, standing on the sundial for the first time, the world of my post-apocalyptic fairy tale dropped into my head pretty much fully formed.
Every morning of that long weekend, I would wake up and open the hotel window and say "Hi Seattle! How are you today?"
And now, plus six cats and minus one significant other, here I am. Where I belong.
