I was feeling a little melancholic (and also a bit shitty) tonight, so I took a drive down to Queen Anne and stopped at Kerry Park, and just sat at one of the benches and basked in the fantastic view of Seattle. I’ve never been there at night and it was quite more remarkable. Seeing the Space Needle always warms my heart.
I don’t think I could ever find it in me to leave this city for any reason in the future. That sounds sad, seeing as I could come up with a couple of reasons to go back to California and stay there, but even just thinking about that feels like my guts are being pulled out.
Here’s a little advice for everyone: find your city, and you would stop always wanting to escape to somewhere.