Their Shoes Really Do Fly Off (Or Car 1, Pedestrian 0)

So it is the end of week one in my new fair city, and it's been a busy one at that. My new apartment is beautiful. Situated on a hill on the outskirts of Queen Anne, it overlooks the Fishermen's Terminal (a la Deadliest Catch), and offers a stunning view of Magnolia. Lots of natural light pours through my windows, which is a lifesaver as far as utilities go.

My Dad was able to stay for a couple of days. I think I saw more of Seattle in the one day we did sightseeing, than I have in the last 10 years of visits and short term stays. I did fold and make a return to Safeco for a Mariners v. Angels game. $7 bought us some cheap seats, but the sad ballpark attendance of about 20,000 allowed us to get close to the action along the third baseline. I did, however, celebrate my own "opening night" with the girls at the George and Dragon. Susannah promised to send a pic (my camera still has not made the journey, hence the shitty cell phone picture collage). We met some friends from - wait for it - Massachusetts and hung out with them all night. Of course.

Most of my time is spent unpacking, organizing, and putting air in the inflatable mattress that has become my bed. I am living a minimalist lifestyle, for sure. In the short week that I have been here, I have managed to secure a job with one of the most desirable companies to work for in these here United States - Microsoft. I start Monday, and am very grateful that in this shitty economic downturn, I have scored a sweet, well-paying gig.

Seattle has been treating me well so far. I walk to Pike Place Market to buy fresh cheese and flowers. I frequent Daiso for $1.50 Japanese household items, and I have begun to master the bus routes. Downsides? In a city full of liberal hippies, the smells on the bus can be a bit - well a lot - much. And today, just a couple of hours ago, I saw a pedestrian get plowed by an SUV on Pine St. downtown. Well, I saw the aftermath of it anyway. And I can tell ya, her shoes definitely flew off.