December 13, 2012

Seattle -Wherein I Begin This Thing Called 'Traveling.'

Seattle - Days 1-3:

I went last week to visit my dearest comrade and dear, dear, (did I mention she is dear to me?) friend Jessica 'Judy' Gilmore in Seattle. This feels berserk to say, but it is nevertheless true....this is my first time really traveling alone. I have flown, driven, taken buses alone, but for some reason this was different. It felt so good to buy a ticket and go.

I've been dreaming of this aspect of my life since I can remember and despite my modest, meek, humble, and slightly embarrassing savings account, I decided there is no better time than now. Somewhat inspired by this video.
I just wholeheartedly believe it is possible to live a full, motivated yet non-'busy' sort of life, and to make a living at it. I know it may seem naive, but it's a notion I am passionate about and I refuse to let go of. That and Peter Pan of a non-pedophiliac sort of way.

Anyway, it was a great trip. Rainy. Duh. But more rainy than usual I hear, because just my luck all I kept hearing was, "you should have been here a week earlier, man was it beautiful weather." Great guys. Thanks a heap. Judy and I mostly did what we would do if we were in any other place or back in Carl's basement in SLC. We did a ton of talking, figuring out who we are and crap, running, eating (just wait till I tell you about the chocolate cafes), and going for long, delightful walks. It felt wonderful to be visiting a person who is also a terrible 'tourist.'

Here we are in a cafe working on shtuff.
Cute, Judd
The humidity LOVED my hair. My hair loved the humidity. Non one asked me how I felt about it.

Day 1: - The first night I got there I joined Judy on her weekly co-ed soccer team. They were insanely friendly and let me play, even though I am out of practice and out of shape. God love those sweet mormons, they'll befriend just about anybody;).

I was blown away at the greenery of Seattle. It's such a beautiful mix of city and mountains. I can see why Judy wants to stay.

Judy lives on a road called Phinney Ridge, for those of you who are familiar with Seattle's surroundings. About a mile from her house is the most gorgeous lake/park. We ran every morning around it and I got my fill of people watching and an adequate amount of gawking at the rowers. I want to be on a rowing team. Bad. 
 Some famous park I can't remember the name of

This bookstore was phenom. We drove into the city and literally went nowhere else for about 5 hours. Judy and I were reading the same book about how to better understand the female anatomy and come to love our individual processes. Here is the exact book - Click Me

One fateful day we decided to try and 'see the sights.' Remember earlier how I said we both sucked at being tourists. Here is where I validate that fact with our tale. 

Pike's Place Market: 
So fun and Christmasy

One day I will live in a place with a year-round market full of delicious produce. One day. I have...shall we call it a 'knack' for finding samples and free food. It's a curse and a blessing. My family will attest to this. Thus a market full of people offering you free, delicious produce is my description of what a righteous life will lead to when we die. (aka heaven and all it's synonyms). 

Original Starbucks

 Gum wall. Herpes? Take your pick, we offer it in all different flavors and colors.

We then hopped the ferry, which was a bizzarre experience for me. Cars just driving on and off a boat like it's natural. What kind of a wack place is this. We headed off for Bainbridge Island.

It was a cold, very rainy day. Did we have an umbrella? Nope. Did we have a car for once we got to the island? Nay. Did we have money to spend once we got there? Us? Never. 

About an hour into our wet, cold island experience we both looked at each other and laughed. We are not tourists, we don't like tourist attractions, and we are poor. So, we resigned to finally admit who we are and spend the rest of the night going for a walk and eating chocolates at the chocolate cafe.

Sunday was a great day. We drove to Olympia, a super hipster/punk city, which is surprisingly the capitol of Washington. Who knew? Judy is living my lifelong dream of living in a tiny house. Yep, a tiny house, not a trailer, not a treehouse, not a house that is relatively small. A tiny house. Check out this blog for more info: How to Build a Tiny House

 The one she is renting is built buy a girl not much older than us and it is in the most beautiful location, it almost makes me sick.

Her back yard. Disgusting, isn't it.

I thought this communal well (whale? wel? wale? Spelling eschews me today) was neat.

Another tiny house in a college community in Olympia. We were visiting a friend from SLC that goes to school there and all of the kids are studying Environmental Science or Humanitarian Anthropologie or something of that nature. Notice how the kitchen is on the outside? The landlord of these things is making B-A-N-K.



Unknown said...

I love it. Seattle is next on my list. And I need a tiny house.

kylee said...

seattle is begging me to visit. that bookstore is begging me to visit & never leave. gross as it may be, i totally want to visit that gum wall (mostly for picture purposes).