Falling in and Out of Love

10 Mar

On Friday evening, as I attempted to drive the one-hour distance to Seattle in 30 minutes (yeah, um, that didn’t work so well) I realized something that is disturbing to me…

I think I might be falling out of love with Seattle.

For shame, I know!

Ever since living in Seattle for my college and law school education (yeah, I’m have a really expensive collection of pretty pieces of paper – Sidenote: if you are looking for info on advanced degrees, a friend of mine works at a cool place called The Online College Guru!), I have loved Seattle. In fact, I have felt more at home in Seattle than I do the city that I lived/grew up in for 20+ years. Something about the city just draws me in.

I even enjoy the drive up to the city. Especially on the Viaduct, where you have the Puget Sound and ferries on your left and the City flanking your right. Simple Beautiful.

I know, driving and photography don't mix...

But this last Friday, something was different.

Instead of reveling in the Happy Hour in the City-ness, I was instead perturbed at the lack of parking and wondering how I would manage to walk the few blocks through drug-induced arguments on the street to my posh restaurant location. The same neighborhood which I used to think was so hip, now seemed so dirty and, well, dangerous.

And, I shit you not, as we were leaving the restaurant, joking about the possible drug altercations we would see on the way to the car, we noticed a police van loading people in. A POLICE VAN, people! Did I mention that this was literally next door to the restaurant we’d been eating at?! Stay classy, Seattle.

And suddenly the suburbs have been looking better and better.

Maybe it’s just something that comes with getting older. Seriously, I will be THIRTY in a few months; I’m practically prehistoric, dude.

And I imagine it may have to do with being a mom. Instead of thinking that drug deals were pure entertainment and/or YouTube fodder, now it seems like I actually feel the need to protect my baby’s Mama (aka: me, if you were wondering. I have the vag scars to prove it).

But here in the ‘burbs, it is pretty hard to find a restaurant that serves fries with fried egg and ham on top.

And crispy California rolls.

And truffle fries.

And lobster paella.

Well, let’s just say that maybe me and Seattle will stay friends.

With benefits.

Song title: Falling in and Out of Love by Pure Prairie League

7 Responses to “Falling in and Out of Love”

  1. sissy2mom2b March 10, 2009 at 7:35 am #

    Seattle rocks the freakin’ party. What’s a little crime here and there? It’s all about diversity, right?! :)

  2. MonsteRawr March 10, 2009 at 10:22 am #

    It happens to everyone. The Bohemian lifestyle that you were once so proud of suddenly starts to look like what it really is: sleeping in a box on a mattress on the floor with no electricity. And suddenly, being a yuppie sounds frickin’ awesome! We’re only half-way to yuppiness, but we’ll be joining you soon enough.

  3. Donna March 10, 2009 at 12:07 pm #

    This is very interesting and timely to me. as we are about to move to Seattle, probably this summer. You’ll have to send me some tips about good ‘burbs to live in.

  4. Mama Bee March 10, 2009 at 12:27 pm #

    Hey Donna!
    I can’t lie, I still think the Seattle are is THE best place in the world to live!

    Email me at mom_to_bee@yahoo.com if you want to chat about the area!

  5. The Lucky Mrs. T March 10, 2009 at 1:11 pm #

    Over from SITS. I really liked your post… especially the benefits line. I used to live in Dallas and miss it sometimes – but the small town life sure is super for raising the Indians…

  6. Betts March 10, 2009 at 6:37 pm #

    I’d recommend that you move to Vermont, but the restaurants suck, and all your pretty shoes would go to waste since we where insulated winter boots for 8 months of the year and wellies for two.

  7. Pearl Wisdom March 10, 2009 at 8:03 pm #

    I can totally relate! I feel the same way about San Francisco!!

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