This time next month, I may as well be on that yellow or any-colored moon. I'm packing up my little sunny Smartee car and driving West to chase my own empire, to drive my flag into unknown soil. I don't know when I'm coming back again, so I'm giving this blog thing a spin to keep tabs on the ones I love, and to detail my exploits for those who'd care to follow.
For starters, I've compiled some FAQ's for your pleasure, to clarify on this somewhat sudden and nonsensical move. The answers are long and ill-expressed, so I'll be highlighting one per post, starting with the obvious:
Q: OMG TOM! Why Seattle?
A: I have a lot of reasons, and they are all pretty much based on aesthetics and whimsical deduction rather than good, solid decision-making.
a. Old parts of me have always wanted to live on the coast (or at least the illusion of a coast)
b. Older, deeply-rooted parts of me positively detest heat. Heat of any kind.
c. More recent parts of me yearn to sample city living.
The heat factor obviously knocks out anything further South, while the coastal factor knocks out anything inland. Boston and New York both just scare the hell out of me. But Seattle....Seattle got me thinking. Seattle I know next to nothing about.
A life-long diet of pop culture has already imbedded a picture of Seattle in my mind, however false it is, and I like what I see and hear and smell. In my mind, Seattle overflows with good coffee. It is green and temperate and moist and it smells like water. In Seattle, the armpits of my shirts are luxuriously dry, and I am always wearing my beloved sweaters in perfect harmony with the temperature. In Seattle, colorful street art makes up for the gray skies, and lithe people frolic in the misty shadows of white mountain peaks. I like that.
The Seattle in my mind is the American city built in preparation for my arrival. It's glitter and speed like a city should be, but gentler, friendlier, navigable. The sky is green at night, and I don't know why. I see briefcases and lattes, and streamlined Futurist buildings. I also see outdoor enthusiasts, pretty girls holding hands, dive bars, lush parks, vespas, fish markets, black sands, seagulls, ferry rides, teeny old apartments, and splashy puddles. I like all these things.
And yes, I've Googled, I've read, I've studied. I've taken hour-long walks on StreetView and exhausted craigslist utterly. Seattle might not be like I imagine it at all, but I know enough. I know that it will not disappoint me. I will bend the avenues to my wishes and I will find what I am looking for.