It’s Like Being Lost in Your Own Closet
I’ve lived in Seattle for almost five years now since graduating High School and every year I’ve tried to stretch a little further and actually see the bits and pieces of the city and enjoy it. That said, I’ve failed miserably. I mean come on. It’s really easy to sit around and stare off into the sky and think entirely about the fact that I have class or work or something else random and self absorbed.
I dig the city though, so it’s weird to me that I haven’t taken further advantage of it – the hundreds of beaches, concert venues, and random places I could be other than my bedroom typing this right now. I say all this because I was up in Capital Hill last night and realized that I didn’t know what half of the area had. Over the course of three hours, I managed to find a couple dozen great restaurants, stores, and clubs I didn’t know existed, toured a campus I’d never seen before and realized there was a hospital a few blocks south of the movie theater that I always end up in the area.
It makes me wonder what other corners of this tiny world in which I live I may have missed. There seem to be dozens of different options for me to take in the wonderful world of boredom, and yet I tend to tap away here for the masses or watch TV. I do like my TV though…I mean, who doesn’t.
I just realized that this post was more or less a waste as I don’t actually have anything good to say…oh well, I’m putting off some chore or another…so you get to hear of my lethargy.
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