Seattle. The Emerald City. The Overcast State. The city that never sleeps. (Ok, that one’s NYC but I blame Sandra Bullock.) Well, call me Elphaba, get me a Happy Light (™️), and take away my bed because this weekend I visited Jeff and helped him move in for grad school.
Some of you May recall that I, in fact, do not live here but instead the Show-Me state of Missouri. As in, show me how to get the hell out of here!
Years ago, I tried to make it my destiny to live in the Pacific Northwest by applying to six schools in WA, two in CO, and one in IA. But fate, that cruel bitch mistress, had other plans and has kept me in the clutches of Middle America.
Although long distance isn’t our favorite part, I do get the perk of visiting him for the next two years and pretending I live there. Sometimes, if I’m away long enough, I can pretend it’s my own local coffee shop that we are frequenting.
Or my neighborhood troll statue I’m posing with.
My street art we’re gazing upon with admiration.
Alas, I am reminded that it is not so. I am relegated to abandon Bible cafés, cat astronauts (a.k.a. castronauts), and whatever kind of art you call this:
It isn’t all bad though. At least I can still pursue my hobbies.
Lesson: What is meant to be always finds a way… No matter how hard we try to deny it.
Take it With A Grain of Rice 