I haven't blogged in a "minute." See Urban Dictionary: "Shaneeqwa I ain't seed yo black ass in a MINUTE!"
I left Edmonds, WA tonight at 10:44pm. I flew down 220th St. SW -(I think) and then jumped on I-5 South headed back to Seattle. I am now typing in Ballard, WA at 11:06pm. I visited Edmonds because life changes and Diego will start Kindergarten, his father lives in Lynnwood blah blah blah life goes on right? I visited the quaint little town of Edmonds and it was calm and comforting. There were little coffee shops, restaurants, boutiques and I heard a train or two. I could do it. I could live there for a bit.
When I turned left onto 14th Avenue NW and then right onto 64th Avenue NW I knew I was home. I parked my car and as I walked to my apartment the street was alive. People were still walking dogs at 10:45pm. I saw neighbors watching TV in the fancy townhouses across the street from me that sell in the $400Ks (sob sob die). I saw a girl on her laptop, I heard another neighbor hock a loogie: (a large slimy glob of spit, mixed with nose snot, that is formed by coughing up and hocking whats in your throat. cooks in restaurants are notorius for making secret deposits on patrons food I'll take a cheeseburger with french fries, hold the loogie.)
This is the city life. This is my home. This is where my heart is.
I don't quite know how I'm going to pack up and leave this place (in fact I'm still a bit in denial). I hope it will only be for a short while. Maybe I will grow to love the quieter and calm Edmonds (if I can find a nice place there). God help me if I have to reside in Lynnwood anywhere close to highway 99 (sorry friends who live close or in Lynnwood). I'm a snob I own it, but I also want to pay for happiness.
I don't know how people pick up and go. Maybe it doesn't feel like home to them. Maybe they traveled and found a new home and their heart grew fond and agreed to stay.
Seattle, Queen Anne, downtown Seattle, Dick's with my grandpa Hubert, Uptown Cinema, the #2, #7, #13, all the #70s, #15 and #18, Cafe Ladro, Cafe Minnies Tomato Basil Soup, Kerry Park, Crapitol Hill, Pupusas and Taco Trucks, Ballard Bridge, Dravus Avenue, Big Howe, Little Howe, Saladays, Salmon Bay Park, Monkey Bridge, Swedish Ballard ER (FML) S&M Market, Parsons Garden, Cupcake Royale in Ballard, Old Ballard Avenue-every shop, every inch, every old cobble stone of Ballard Avenue-it is all me. Every part of QA I know. When I walk there now I look at all the new and I remember and sometimes smell the original and authentic Queen Anne. It's still there with me. And of course Fremont Sunday Market and all of Fremont. How could I forget my Fremont?
All that I have said above....It is my life. It is art and alive and hippies and bicycle helmets with viking horns and street parties and Cars to Go and iphones and Instagram and crocs and triangle brass jewelry, and everything trendy and coffee coffee coffee. It's mental illness walking around asking for change or talking to himself every morning at Starbucks. He's in a winter coat and it's 90 degrees out. My heart is here. And if, I mean when (sob) I do move....my heart will stay here.
To be continued.....