Seattle, sweet, sweet Seattle. For as long as I can remember I have had Washington up on a pedestal. When my husband and I were deciding where we wanted to live after SC there were only three places we would go without visiting first; Colorado, Washington and Alaska. I thought it was absolutely vital to spend time in a place before picking up and moving our entire lives, but not these three, these three resonated with me in a way that can't be explained, they were entirely unknown but felt familiar in ways that places I had been time and time again never had. I was completely willing to take a chance on them. I was right about Colorado, as you may have noted in my last blog post, we adored it there and can't wait to go back. And Alaska? If I could be anywhere in the world at this very moment, it would be here. There are no words to describe how thankful I am that our choices led us to Anchorage, and it's already difficult to imagine ever leaving. So, was I right about Washington? You bet! I had romanticized this place for as long as I can remember, the rain, the coffee, the mountains, the city, yet somehow it was still far better than I ever imagined it would be.
Seattle is the kind of place where you can curl up in the windowsill of a bookstore and watch the world go by. A place where you can get a craft beer at a tucked away pub and feel like you've been going there for years. A place where watching people at the museum is as interesting as viewing the art. It's the kind of place that keeps you coming back for more.
Sam and I went to a Mariners game in Seattle and it was a blast! There's just something that can't be beat about a night at the ball field with your best friend.
Chances are that Christmas 2016 for my husband and I will be spent on these city streets. Stay tuned.