Okay… Alright… I’m moving again.
I just got back to Seattle, writing love letters to the city that birthed (gross word choice, I know) my adulthood… and in a flash, off to a new city.
I love Seattle, I really do. It will always be the home that I built for myself over the last ten years. I’ve lived in a multitude of neighborhoods and grown-up as the city became a tech empire. Yes Seattle, I remember when rent was cheap, and South Lake Union was an industrial heap.
Now the city hums with an Amazonian buzz and Microsoft murmur. Kids with too much money to blow have tripled rent and killed some of the punk rock, industrial undercurrent that fueled the Seattle grunge. I suppose they have done a lot of good as well, but gentrification seems swallows culture… and Seattle is feeling the squeeze.
Is this why I’m leaving? Pfft…of course not. I will happily live in a fancy loft and peruse gastro pub menus galore. I’m leaving because I can. I’m young, lustful for life, and lack any true anchor to any single place. I am free to travel as I please… so I will.
But Why Minneapolis? Seriously? WHY??….W H Y?!

I’ll admit, it’s really not my first choice (New Zealand) but I’ve never lived in the mid-west. Perhaps it’s a worthwhile pursuit to see what middle America has to offer. People have to live there for a reason, right?
There is a perfect opportunity for me to pack my bags and just go. So I am.
I promise to write often and build some lovely photo sets for my loyal following, all 3 of you.
Bye for now Seattle, I’ll be back soon. ❤


