A Run-On Sentence

Snippet of Seattle

I live in Seattle now. The city that Grey’s Anatomy and iCarly were set in. Grey’s Anatomy was my depression show that I delved into head first during a hard time in 2014. I didn’t do anything besides lay in bed, cry, watch Grey’s, and pull my hair in the bathroom mirror. What a fun time! Oh, happy memories to subconsciously manifest! And iCarly was the only “kids” show my dad enjoyed, so it was on a lot. I just read Jeannette McCurdy’s memoir actually “I’m Glad My Mom Died”. What an awful story. It just goes to show you really never know what’s happening in someone’s life behind closed doors. I have a post all about bodies and eating disorders that I haven’t built up enough courage to share yet. It’s a touchy subject for everyone involved. But yeah, I live in Seattle. Where Ferry Boats float across the Puget Sound, rain and fog are the typical weather, the hills are so steep that you are practically laying down in your car (you have to perfect your reflex from break to gas unless you want to crash. I am still not used to it), good Mexican food, bad Chinese food, and the Space Needle, which is cool even though I’m still not quite sure what it even really is. I heard there’s a restaurant on top that spins around. Tucker and I compare Seattle to New York often. Seattle is such a wanna-be. I often forget I’m living in a major city, but it’s cool I guess. I like Washington in the warmer months. You will never see a more green, fresh place. That’s one reason to love the 8 months of rain (the rain really isn’t all that bad. We are so used to it. Nobody even uses umbrellas here because we’re cooler than you). I love how blue the water is here. I love how the hikes here are real hikes. I love how it’s so clean. I love that they compost food. I love the huge trees that go on forever. I love when Mt. Rainier is out and the light is hitting it just right. I love backpacking. I love camping. I love that the weather is perfect every single day for the entire summer. I love that everyone is outside when it’s nice out. I love that everyone loves being healthy here (this may be specific to only my people). It’s funny. My first friend here, Margaret, I met in a smoothie shop. She worked there because it was very vegetarian friendly (free bowls and smoothies of course) and I worked there because it was attached to a Yoga Studio (free yoga of course). My friend Savannah and I really bonded by going to Full or New Moon Rituals monthly and talking deep about life. On our first night of hanging out we found out we had the same exact birthday! (Become friends with your Brazilian Wax Girl, they’re probably dope). I met Jenn at an OrangeTheory class actually. I get free classes through Tucker when he’s coaching. It was her “trial class”. They placed me next to her so I could be friendly, give her a good, social experience so she would sign up for a membership. We barely worked out. We hit it off, laughed a lot, became friends and she never went back. LOL. Sorry Tucker. Julia is my newest friend. She was a student in a few of my Yoga classes (its weird calling them students) and for some reason I wanted to be her friend. I saw her again, did the awkward “hey, we should be friends! Can I have your number?” And set up a date. We took a 7am Vinyasa class together and chatted over coffee after. How adult. How “it girl” of us. And my next friend (who isn’t my friend yet but she will be. Is that weird?) is a girl who also teaches at my yoga studio. She’s quiet, shy, very nice, loves hiking, backpacking, camping and also lives with her boyfriend. I just haven’t had the courage again to “wanna be my friend?” Into another persons life. Anyways, the moral of all of that was to say how I love making friends who are into the same healthy habits that I’m into as well, rather than people who party or do drugs. Most of them are completely sober, which is a rare find in people my age. Also to show my grandma i do have friends here and I’m not as lonely as she expects me to be. She just wants me to move back home already. Hi Grandma! See! I do enjoy my life and I do have friends! I remember being in New York City once with my friends when I was 19. Me and my 3 best girl friends. Just walking around, no clue where we were headed blah blah. I heard my friend Gianna say “Doesn’t Amy just seem so city girl? Like I could so see her living in a city”. I hated it in that moment. My insecure, little, teenager brain saying “she doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know what I like”. Meanwhile, I just wanted to be typed as an “easy going beach girl because I look good in a bikini and I like to tan and city people are mean and unhappy”. Whine, Whine, Whine. Hi Gianna! You were right I suppose. I guess I am living in a city after all. How funny how that plays out. We really have no idea who we are, what we want, where we’re going, and what’s the point? I saw a quote this week: “How can I know everything at 18, and nothing at 22?”. Tucker and I have a new coffee spot that I’m really excited and proud about. 4 minutes away from our apartment is an Ice-Hockey/ Skating Arena place. On the second floor is a Starbucks, with seating and a quiet view over the ice. Today we sat for an hour and watched girls figure skate. Gliding, spinning, jumps sing. They make it seem so effortless. So cool. I could’ve watched them all day. I told Tucker I think we both need a hobby. Sure, we read, he games (boys…), we recently have had puzzles going, we workout and socialize. But I meant something creative. Recently when asked what my hobbies are or what I do, I’m having trouble saying I write. I even caught myself explaining that “I have a blog, or had a blog I guess because it’s kind of inactive. But I used to like to write.” The labels we place on ourselves are so funny. I can write and own a blog without writing consistently, right? I can love the beach, be fun and easy-going without living on the beach, right? I can love and create a home here, whilst being homesick right? (Cue my grandma calling me to tell me to come home now. And then cue my Grandma also calling my sister to gossip and pry details out of her) Love You Grandma. I’m a little homesick. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love my new home here. Did any of this make any sense? At least now I can say “Yes, I have a blog and I do write” again.

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