Seattle

When I lived in Seattle, I was very, very independent. I lived alone. I paid my bills. I assembled my own Target furniture. When I dropped off my car for a repair in Ballard, I walked the 3 ½ miles to work rather than call for a ride. It wasn’t that people weren’t willing to…

It is 2003. I am at a Seattle coffee shop with the two boys I used to nanny for, then 3 and 5; I am ordering them hot chocolates. We find a Magic 8 ball by the cash register. Annie: Oh, you guys! Check this out – you shake it and ask it a question,…

I have been sitting here for almost 4 hours, trying to write something. Anything. It doesn’t need to be a blog, it doesn’t need to be a song – but could I just find the right words to communicate something? My creativity seems to have ground to a halt. However, here is what I know…

Recently, I strongly considered moving back to Seattle. I was presented with a really great opportunity – one that was incredibly tempting. A job, a chance to be with my old friends, a wide open road straight back to my Emerald City. But I said no. I’m going to stick around Nashville, at least through…

You probably have some questions for me. And I am here to answer them. Preemptively. That’s right: I am going to answer questions that you have yet to vocalize. We’ll start with some obvious ones. Annie, can we see your new earrings? Of course! I got these from Mud & Mint’s Etsy shop, where there…

I spent a large part of this weekend wondering why I ever left Seattle. I miss it – everything about it, except for the slugs. I miss my friends and the weather and the water and the way that the streets never quite run in a straight line. I miss the yummy coffee and salmon…

Typically, I try to have some sort of “theme” to my posts: why I hate townhomes, the proper funeral attire, that one time I ripped out all of my eyelashes, etc. But today, I bring you a slapdash assortment of my thoughts. 1) Yesterday, I watched “A Mighty Heart.” It was terrible – and by…

Last year, when I moved away from Seattle, I gave up a lot. I know that things weren’t perfect. But in my 7 years in the Emerald City, I established quite a life for myself. Friends who became family. A home that I loved. The opportunity to do music on a regular basis. The knowledge…

This weekend in Seattle has been one of revelations for me. First of all, I realized that this was the first time in 4 months that I’ve had any idea where in the hell I am. I have spent months glued to MapQuest for directions from point A to point B to point C, back…

There’s this fantastic thing that happens whenever I fly into Seattle at night. The approach is always from the southeast, and I start watching for the city about 25 minutes before landing, as soon as the captain announces “our initial descent.” Pretty soon, the orange lights begin to twinkle in the distance. We fly over…