I moved to a new city. I don’t know why but the main reason seems to be a combination of several lesser reasons. If nothing else, I’m no longer as comfortable as I used to be which is an advantage all by itself. Screw conformity of being comfortable.
Any new change is first condemned as ridiculous, and then dismissed as trivial, until finally it becomes what everybody knows. But hey, no one I know, got the market corner on human suffering so who is to appraise the weight of change. That goes to show that not everything happens for a reason.
The glass is half full here but I miss Seattle. When you think about Seattle, a lot of adjectives come to mind, but pretense or look-at-me swagger are not one of them.