My friend Nancy is going to the farmer’s market tomorrow, and I’m tempted to go with her to get some fresh fruit for my room. I’m not eating nearly enough fresh fruit :( But I really hope the weather is crappy tomorrow so I can be fully committed to staying inside and doing homework. Because if it’s sunny and beautiful again, I’m not going to get anything done.
Hmmmmy. Today was great. Samantha and I walked all around downtown Seattle on our way to the Tomato Battle. We roamed Pioneer Square for a long time, and also visited the Pike market. I showed her my favorite spot in Seattle, my “thinking spot,” down by the pier. You have to climb over the rail, and sit on the bit of wood that hangs over the water in the harbor, completely open to the Puget Sound. At first she wouldn’t come with me. I started to climb down the ladder to dip my foot in the water, but we both spotted a MASSIVE jellyfish floating uncomfortably nearby. So I scurried back up, and we both watched it bob and contract from a safe distance. It was beautiful in its yellow and formless way.
The tomato battle was crazy; we got so completely bathed in tomato guts. On our walk home (which was about 4 miles,) we got lots of looks and stares. Getting on the bus briefly was a bad idea, people were totally hating us for the smell.
But my hall mentor Bryan and his roomie Ty were totally proud of us. It was brutal.
Tonight consisted of the 80s dance in the Campion Ballroom, laundry, and communal chilling in our room. I love how everyone defaults mine and Samantha’s room as the place to come and vegg. I love 4th floor. (Flo Fo y’all.) Then I sat with Callie and Calvin out in the hall, and Callie read us bad jokes while I stretched, and Calvin was teasing Callie on how she needs to learn to be a bitch and not be so nice.
I love them. I love everyone here. I love this place. And, even today, there are times when I’m wandering around and just think, “What the fuck am I doing here? This is fucking crazy!” So in that sense, I’m totally still adjusting. And I have realized that I have an insurmountable love and appreciation for the state of Colorado. There is no place better, not even Washington.
But I must say, Washington is still so fucking cool.
Samantha and I walked all the way up Madison on Capitol Hill to Trader Joes with our new friends Ellen and Allie. We bought some frozen food for our rooms, and a variety of fresh fruit. The three of them went back to campus because they had meetings about some sort of schedule change, but I had an hour until I had to be somewhere, so I decided to walk around by myself for a bit. I ended up wandering about a mile up Broadway, kind of into a questionable neighborhood. I found a Wal Greens where I dropped off a roll of film (pray to god it came out,) as well as a US Bank!! Yay. It’s kind of far from campus, but it’ll be a nice walk whenever I need to venture there.
I found Cupcake Royale also, yay. I’ll be there soon I’m sure, haha. And while I walked, I called my mom, and talked to her for a while. Then I stopped in at a Yoga place and picked up a flyer. $15 for a drop in session. Fuck. Seattle is expensive.
Then I came back to my room looking forward to eating something (breakfast had been 5 hours ago,) but my floor mates Nancy and Callie grabbed me just as I made it to my door, and drug me down to the Study Abroad meeting. It’s okay though, I’m totally planning on studying abroad. So I enjoyed it, despite the cave-like feeling in my tummy.
Now I’m in my room, my very dim and quiet room :) Samantha is sleeping, and I just finished a yummy bowl of curry chicken and rice. (And like, 6 oreos. I don’t care! I walked a lot today!!) I might take off soon again to go get my film, as much as I don’t want to walk another mile right now. But classes start tomorrow, and I don’t know when else I would have time to take a stroll.
Well, I don’t know about the “well” part, he looks a bit shaken. But I bought two bottles of Aquafina from the vending machine in the hotel I’m staying at, and filled up his bowl with it. I poured him from that awful plastic bag that he’s been in all day, and put all three of his bamboo sprigs in. And then I fed him.
He looks kind of fucked up. But I’m hoping that he just had as much of a clusterfuck of a day that I had, and everything will be better in the morning.
I move in tomorrow. And, it feels good.
The second I got off the light rail and stepped out into the city, it felt right. It was lit up and alive. A bum was sleeping on the sidewalk right next to me, street musicians lined every block, and the smell of the ocean was rolling up the paved streets and bathing the city in a briny essence.
I remember why I decided to come here. I fit in here.
I have a lot of faith in myself. I have faith that once it matters, I can prioritize and produce and be a surprisingly functional human being. I have been through a lot. I have been shaped into someone who is both sensitive and durable.
And by God, this is going to push me. But hey, I have been pushed before.
And I caved a few times. I would like to think that is because I was being prepared for this, something that truly matters.
I am ready for this challenge.
Bring it Seattle. Because I’ve got my fuckin warrior face on.
* I leave for College a week from today. Holy Shit.
* I’m getting a tattoo with my sister next week. Perhaps two, I’m not sure yet.
*My mom and I just got into a bicker battle. I might regret saying this in the future (and by “I might,” I mean “I will.”) But I can’t wait to get out of this house just to get away from her for a while.
* I had to say goodbye to a few people today. It made me sadder than I let on.