Seattle

Stage 1: SHOCKWhaaaaa…???? Stage 2: DENIALThat did not just happen. No. It did not. [plugs ears] La la la la la – I can’t hear you. This is not real. Stage 3: ANGER[furrows brow] Stupid man. Stupid man in his house. He should clean up this sidewalk – yeah, that’s right, get out his LEAF…

How do you wrap up 7 years of a life? How do you tie off all of the loose ends, the unfinished business, the burgeoning relationships, the tried-and-true friendships, the incomplete conversations? How do you look at this breathtaking city, blue and green and gleaming, and then turn to walk away? How do you say…

As I am wrapping up my time in my charming, cozy little apartment, I have been feeling very sentimental. So I decided to document my home. Something to show the grandkids… or watch on repeat while I’m living out of my Honda, crying over the reality of living out of a suitcase for MONTHS AND…

There is nothing like waking up to the gentle sunshine on your face, the birds chirping through the trees, and the racket of a jackhammer outside your window. All across town, the scales are falling from the eyes of Seattlites, and the truth is being illuminated. People are becoming aware of a grave deficiency here…