2 Years in Seattle
It suddenly dawned on me as I was flying to San Francisco that it’s been two years since the big move to Seattle. In those two years: many new and wonderful friends, too many hangovers, a home purchase, much needed career growth and somewhat addictive Top Pot latte and Venus Café mimosa habits.
I still miss San Francisco, so much more than I ever thought. For the official record, I’m now on the 2 ½ to 4 ½ year plan. I don’t know where I will end up, but I do know that it will not be as the cat lady of the Vertigo. I would rather a pack of wild dogs make a treat of my body, which somehow seems a bit more dignified than becoming cat food.