Sitting at a different Starbucks, (one that we succesfully hacked into a random network), still without a lot of working appliances, internet, etc. in our new place. This coffee shop is right next to Seattle University, an overpriced, Catholic, private college. Everyone has fantastic blue jeans and outrageous fashion sense. It’s raining but people are still wearing flipflops. I still feel disoriented. I still need a job.
The coffee shop up the street has a rasta feel to it, complete with local Black artists selling jewelry and paintings–which are covering the yellow and red walls. I feel a little out of my element in my new neighborhood. We’re sort of on the border of Capitol Hill, Madrona, and First Hill. Part of me thinks it’s super cool, all this diversity after white bread Ft. Collins…the other part has had to let go of my anxiety, the wierd small-town feeling I’ve left behind for something much bigger. I’m sure once I gain employment and develop a routine, I won’t feel so strange.