I recently stumbled upon a list of “speakeasies” that exist in Seattle. I use the term lightly as the fact that they were published on a list probably disqualifies the bars as real speakeasies. But my ideal bar would feel like a speakeasy: it would be dimly lit (so I don’t have to worry about … More Bathtub Gin
It’s a weird feeling starting a brand new job. I very quickly become a ball of anxiety about random things. It used to be “I have no job, how am I going to put a roof over my head, how will I eat, what will I do about health insurance, am I stuck here permanently, … More Day One Dilemma
To call my attempt at finding work in Seattle a struggle is an understatement. I woke up every morning only to be greeted by rejection emails telling me, “Thanks but no thanks.” I’m a relatively realistic person with a thick skin, so I expected a certain number of “no’s” before I got a “yes.” However, … More Gainfully Employed
Before I launch into this vignette of the bizarre quotes that people have uttered in my presence, I preface it with the fact that while these are quotes I’ve heard in Seattle, I tend to be the girl who gets that person talking to her a lot. Because I don’t mind talking to strangers or learning … More Shit People Say (Part 1)
As an avid wanderlust, I am a full believer that sometimes I feel certain vibes with a city that almost personifies it. Sydney is comforting, friendly, and makes me feel at home. Naples has a rough exterior, but once I spent some time getting to know it, it was really a diamond in the rough … More A Classic Seattle Melodrama
In my ideal life, I live in a city like New York or London that has such wonderful public transit that I would never even dream of owning a car because it would be more of a burden than a help. While Seattle has a pretty decent bus system, I will say that I’m grateful … More Directionally Challenged
I navigated the Seattle streets to the airport in a sleepy stupor at 1.30 Tuesday morning to find my parents waiting amidst a pile of luggage. I laughed to myself, seeing my dad, Paul, swimming in a sea of eight bags, with my mom, Carol (or as my dad suggested I should refer to her, … More Return to your Roots
Once I was sitting at a bus station in Stockholm when a German couple came up to me and asked in broken English for directions. I got a massive grin on my face, thrilled with the thought that I had passed as a local in Stockholm. In reality, my blonde hair makes me a shoe-in … More Mistaken Identity
I love living by myself to a degree that probably isn’t acceptable by societal standards and causes me to fall closer to the recluse or hermit end of the spectrum than it does social butterfly any day of the week. Don’t get me wrong, once I’m out in public and on a roll, I run my … More Compost Conundrum
No matter where I’m at in the world, I love nothing more than when I have the one friend who is “the local” and can always provide me with an abundance of off-the-beaten path activities. I have beneficial connections in Amsterdam, England, Ireland and beyond that have introduced me to the most delicious hole-in-the-wall restaurants … More Boxing Ring VIP
Transient Transplant 