Spending the weekend here in Seattle has reminded me just how much I’ve missed this place. It’s loud, dirty, there’s a lot of homeless people, and it’s outrageously expensive to live here. That being said, I think I’m going to move back. 50 Is staring me down – 43 days and counting. I’m single, my house will be on the market sometime shortly, and I have nothing tying me down. It’s time for a new adventure.
My earliest memories are of my folks taking me to the Pike Place Market. Back in the ’90s it was a weekly tradition. Mom, Dad and I would come down Saturday mornings and go to a restaurant called Saigon Over the Counter. It’s gone now, but I think we had eaten there well over 200 times over the course of 20 years.
I got up at dawn again this morning. I like the Starbucks Reserve right down the street, but felt like taking a walk, and sure enough, I found myself right back at my favorite Seattle attraction, the Pike Place Market.
Walking around the Market early in the morning is so relaxing. There’s no crowds, but there’s still a buzz of anticipation. I walked back up to First Hill via Pike and stopped at Westlake Center where things are getting set up for today’s Pride parade, and there were already lots of people grabbing their spots. I think we’ll meander down there in a couple of hours before heading up to the Hill for the Cuff Block Party. Life is pretty good. 😉