Seattle Under My Skin
Over a year ago, I penned this post in which I equated my first brush with a Seattle as a brief flirtation. Continuing that analogy, the seven days I just spent in Seattle are the start of a full-blown love affair.
I’m still wrapping my head around the last three weeks. Relishing how much I enjoyed myself and wishing I could do it all over again, right from the start. At the moment, my head and heart are full of memories. Allow me to share some of those from the last week with you.
- Blue skies in Seattle? You betcha. Need proof? Here ya go
- Getting soaked by the International Fountain in the shadow of Seattle’s iconic Space Needle
- The incredibly modern and hip Seattle Central Library
- Art and poetry (or is it prose?) in transition
- Wow! factor at the new Dale Chihuly museum (or is it a gallery? hmm…)
- Bainbridge Island. I LOVE YOU
- Let’s not forget the people–T., who I met on the light rail on my way back to the city after returning my rental car to the airport, and with whom I shared a wonderful dinner, conversation, and eventually contact info. And K., a kindred spirit I met on Bainbridge Island–a five-minute conversation turned into a Facebook friend. And D., who shared her heart with me, even though we’d only known each other for only half an hour. And the many other people who simply made my week in Seattle so memorable.
When I fall in love with a place, I always want to return at some future date but how I feel about the Seattle area goes beyond that. I want to go back right now. And stay for a long time. I’m not sure how to shake this feeling yet. I’m not sure I want to.
I’ve already starting working on posts detailing my three weeks-long West Coast escape; look for them to begin going live next week. Hoping I can do justice to everything I’ve seen and heard and tasted and smelled and, most important, felt.