(this is just before Gasworks park begins)
Of course, my neighbor proves he knows me personally, when I’m walking out of my house, by saying “Good morning Olivia. What are you up to today?” He asks this question, when in 1 month, I’m moving to Portland. Yesterday I hung with the regular server (whom I’ve enjoyed since we first met ((he rang me up my first time @ that cafe)) & now I can call him a friend). During his break from work. He also let me know that the majority of servers at that cafe, know of my struggle & are impressed with how I’m dealing with it. This makes me feel wonderful. I even began this piece at that cafe. I attended said coffee house, with a man I met through my roommate, Amanda, at our housewarming get-together, months ago.
And, I must say, that becoming a regular in the Wallingford neighborhood (which is where I’ve been living for the past few months & which is gorgeous ((BTW)) (((by the way, for those unfamiliar))) as I’m preparing to exit, is actually fairly typical for me. (I like to claim that this change of environment, fuels my writing inspiration, which is probably true…BUT I think the motivation for moving, predominantly is, that I get bored easily.) A change in location is normal for me, a bit craved. I find, there’s little more comforting & exciting, simultaneously. This unique combination + a new environment, is ideal for me.
It feels like I’m hitting the jackpot each time I move. I think this is due, in part, to the fact that I always love where I’m moving + have visited. Aside from Paris (where I lived for 1 month) – the city of love.
Aside from SF, known as the city of love in the U.S., where I also lived for 2 years, (easier to manage, as everything is in English). I adored SF, but am now am moving to Portland in 1 month. (West coast all the way. I love to visit the East coast, but only to visit, and mostly I love the people whom I visit (my impetus for traveling there)) most of all.
I’ve decided that moving may be my DOC (drug of choice.) I choose this comparison, because moving does offer me a high. New stimulus, heightened awareness (in order to assess potential intrigue & dangers of each new situation.)
I’m remorseful at present though, as I adore the Wallingford neighborhood, as well as my uniquely awesome house. It’s like having your own apartment on each floor! (We have 2 floors.) Each is equipped with a bathroom, living room & kitchen! There’s an awesome view from my house too – downtown is situated to the left, (when facing the home ((opposite when standing on the porch)), and Gasworks (my favorite seattle park) sits to the right.
Ah, 😦 c’est la vie. “this is life” Moving is my norm & I choose this French saying because French is among the other languages I’ve learned most recently & most intricately, (still far from fluent) and it’s ideal for expressing acceptance of the inevitability inherent in life.
French is quite comforting.
I feel it’s a stupendous place to finish this post.