i don't live there anymore
The final two days of my stay in the valley are here and I am practically gone already. My belongings have already taken up residence in the new perch along the oceanside and I only have three more days before I join them. From the new perch, which I shall keep secret from everyone, I have a lovely view of both Puget Sound and Mt. Rainer. Each day I can wake up and if the sky is feeling generous, I will be able to see the most cranky volcano in America through my windows. It's large against the sky and I can see all the way up it's foothills which makes it seem much closer than it really is. It's gorgeous and I recommend everyone live next to a tempermental mountain if they can. If it blows, I'm toast. But up to that moment, everything looks pretty rosy and picturesque.
There is a coffee house a block away. The denizens of said establishment are all goth, punk coffee addicts and I look forward to their company. Not to mention the free wireless internet which will keep you all in reading material from me as often as I can. Forgive me if the next week or so is a little rusty, it will take some time to get adjusted.
A block closer to my perch is the bakery and a movie theater. The theater is where all the art house movies play for the city, so I will be able to keep up on my latest Wim Wenders and Robert Altman fare. Both of whom I could live without, but it's culture and I like culture. And, "art house" is not code for porn, but I wish it was. The bakery seems pretty yummy and I love pastries and pastries love me so this should be a good working relationship. Movies and I get along all the time, so no worries there.
Half a block from my window is a large city park with flowers and healthy people in it, so I look forward to balancing my punk/goth intake from the coffee house and the snotty veggan art freaks from the theater with sneaker clad health nazis. We shall all get along. I shall represent the video game, solitary, why-is-that-guy-looking-at-me-that-way guy. I plan on getting to that park a lot. It's a two mile jog all the way around the exterior of the park, so look for me with new shiny calf muscles come July.
Further down the way is an independently owned video rental store and a used book store, so I will really have no reason to visit any other part of the city whilst here. Even the comedy club is only 9 blocks from my stoop. So ultimately, I am sitting very, very pretty. The place isn't as quiet or as calming, but it's all mine and I share it only with me. The words and the moments that were inspired by the majestic forgottens will stay within me, and they will be joined by the mean streets of Oz and it's local gentry. It's a new chapter in the walking history of my life and I am thoroughly jazzed to be making the jump.
If it doesn't work out, I move to Canada.
If the world should see a massive crisis this summer, this is where I choose to make my stand. Next to an ocean, an angry volcano and a bunch of city folk that are prone to rioting. I say my chances are 1:10 that I see the end of my lease without jail time.
There is a coffee house a block away. The denizens of said establishment are all goth, punk coffee addicts and I look forward to their company. Not to mention the free wireless internet which will keep you all in reading material from me as often as I can. Forgive me if the next week or so is a little rusty, it will take some time to get adjusted.
A block closer to my perch is the bakery and a movie theater. The theater is where all the art house movies play for the city, so I will be able to keep up on my latest Wim Wenders and Robert Altman fare. Both of whom I could live without, but it's culture and I like culture. And, "art house" is not code for porn, but I wish it was. The bakery seems pretty yummy and I love pastries and pastries love me so this should be a good working relationship. Movies and I get along all the time, so no worries there.
Half a block from my window is a large city park with flowers and healthy people in it, so I look forward to balancing my punk/goth intake from the coffee house and the snotty veggan art freaks from the theater with sneaker clad health nazis. We shall all get along. I shall represent the video game, solitary, why-is-that-guy-looking-at-me-that-way guy. I plan on getting to that park a lot. It's a two mile jog all the way around the exterior of the park, so look for me with new shiny calf muscles come July.
Further down the way is an independently owned video rental store and a used book store, so I will really have no reason to visit any other part of the city whilst here. Even the comedy club is only 9 blocks from my stoop. So ultimately, I am sitting very, very pretty. The place isn't as quiet or as calming, but it's all mine and I share it only with me. The words and the moments that were inspired by the majestic forgottens will stay within me, and they will be joined by the mean streets of Oz and it's local gentry. It's a new chapter in the walking history of my life and I am thoroughly jazzed to be making the jump.
If it doesn't work out, I move to Canada.
If the world should see a massive crisis this summer, this is where I choose to make my stand. Next to an ocean, an angry volcano and a bunch of city folk that are prone to rioting. I say my chances are 1:10 that I see the end of my lease without jail time.
posted by Daniel Loomis | 12:01 PM
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