I would love to move far from here and plan to do so. I hate how expensive it is to live here and for what? Shitty weather, bad traffic, yuppie bars & restaurants taking over, a combination of pretentious people and snooty scenesters? No thank you. However there are times when I look around and go, this is why I live here.
I hung out with Terri, Joe and Alex last night and played Trivial Pursuit. Crashed on their couch pretty early and woke up around 6:30 this morning. It was my favorite color of blue that happens right before dawn. I got up and went out to my car and headed back home.
I am rarely out and driving around for the sunrise on weekends, so I was surprised at how dead it was. I drove down Taylor Avenue off Queen Anne Hill and was wishing I had my camera with me. It was so beautiful. The sun was just barely beginning to rise and it's light was making the silhouettes of the skyscrapers, jump out against the skyline. The Space Needle seemed short and the moon, still glowing against the changing blue, seemed about to land on the spindle of it. I gasped at the stunning view and felt sad for a moment that this is what I wanted to leave.
I left Seattle and drove over the near-deserted 520 bridge. The sun still slowly rising, the water slightly sparkled, and Mt. Rainier was like this monstrous keeper of the city against what was going to be a brilliant, blue sky. The mountain loomed over the lake. It looked as though if you were to drive to the end of the lake, that you would be at the base of Mt. Rainier. It was stunning and grabbed my heart. I wished I could stop my car right there, get out, walk on the water and be a part of the picture that the universe painted at that moment.
When the weather turns again in a few days, as it's supposed to, and I start my bitching and moaning about this place, remind me of this. THIS is part of why I came back. THIS is what I love about this city.
