Now that I am off to Alaska in a few weeks I have begun realizing all of the things which I love about Seattle:
I love having so many wonderful/artistic/caring/funny friends nearby!
I love wandering around.
I love coffee (I have three current barista crushes)
I love that the weather enables/encourages me to read and write frequently.
I love fitting in.
Packing up my apartment feels rather splendid. I try to not have too many belongings and with moving comes the promise of getting rid of a few material objects. I admit I am a tad sentimental, therefore I have been known to save boyfriend memorabillia and the like but am steadfast in disposing of said objects.
I suppose growth is on the horizon.
