I was reading one of the daily blog sites I read, he was talking about how he recently took the subway from his house, which is in west Hollywood to Silver lake (where Harry Hay, the father of the radical fairies movement still lives). Heres the link for those interested in exploring such things. the reason that I mention it is because it got me to thinking about places other than Seattle, which I do rather frequently. Anyway, I’ve only been away from LA now since 1998, that’s really only 4 years (for some reason I thought it was longer) and so much stuff has been happening down there, subways the reconstruction of West Hollywoods Santa Monica Blvd (the most heavily trafficked surface street in the world), my former (670.00) 1 bedroom apartment now goes for a over 1000. I miss things about LA, mostly places and things, certain stores and restaurants. I miss being able to visit with Bette Davis or Nazimova (at the Forest Lawns) when I just need to get away from everything. I miss the energy and vibe. I don’t miss the attitude and shallowness, but then that’s more about who you hang with and not so much the place. I really really miss doing my old weekend routine with William, going to the thrift stores (in Glendale) and then grabbing lunch at the German deli . I’ve always had a hard time appreciating what I had right in front of me instead I’ve I had a tendency to throw away opportunities thinking I was doing the right thing at the time. According to what I believe there are never any mistakes in life, it’s a matter of how you look at it that determines wether something is a good choice or bad one. There were definitely difficulties for me in LA, William was so unavailable emotionally, I didn’t recognize it until I moved here. Work-wise I had some interesting and fun jobs while I lived there. I think my favorite job was working at Bookstar on La Cienega across from the Beverly Center. I had a pet name for it, I used to call it bookpig, it was and still is a massive store. The name comes from this customer who came up to me just loaded with books, I mean loaded. She looks me straight in the eyes and says ” I just can’t help myself, I’m a bookpig.” and so it stuck. Everything in my LA experience has contributed to who I am . Moving to Seattle really came at a time when I need to regroup and get away from everything familiar. I have a single friend when I first moved here, in fact I came here without TV or radio. I moved into a weekly apartment up on Capitol Hill. There are three kinds of folks that lived in what became my first home. There were people who were from overseas, I even made friends with a few. There were folks like myself, getting a fresh start in a new city and then there were the drug addicts. I really enjoyed living in my little one room apartment, I even had a DSL line installed. I had a kick-ass view of downtown Seattle and I had people on crack for neighbors. After I met Mike I moved up north into my own place and then after the lease was up of course I moved to were I am now. I’ve grown some roots here, they are the more sure and steady kind that happen (hopefully) with age. When I lived in LA I was younger and more apt to move and explore. I can’t imagine giving up my strolls through Pikes Market. The smells and sights are far better and more comforting than anything Glendale offered me. There is of course Pioneer Square in the Spring all of the trees blossoming. I’m happy to live here, I like it here. The hardest part of I have with living here is that I feel so remote from my family, which is odd because we were never particularly close when I was growing up. I am looking forward to this coming Spring in particular as I am determined that Mike and I are going to be moving Downtown. It is definitely more expensive however, the advantages (at least for me) far outweigh any disadvantages. It will give me a chance to socialize more, living up here in Greenwood, other than online folks and people that Mike works with we don’t socialize all that much. Overall, I’m glad with my choice to move here, I think I’m a better person for it.
One wing toward the western wind flying crosscurrent you sink and rise with skys tides
the velvet waves softly kiss your edges.
I had to get this down before I lost it, it’s part of a poem I’m writing
Getting ready to go to bed here. I had an interview today. It went really well I thought. I hope that I get the job, it should be fun. It is completly NOT in the computer field which seems a little odd to me to be looking elsewere. I need to do something I feel like a bump on a log at this point. It will be nice earning some green from a 9-5 type of job. I will continue to do my homebased stuff, as it can only get better.