Expecting a long delay of my flight from Seattle to Newark on my trip to the Bahamas, I headed to an airport bar to have a beer and watch the Bears game. It was crowded so I settled down by some guys and we all chatted and shared an appetizer. One of the guys said something that stuck out in my mind. He was clearly a liberal, all small and fruity but he was still interesting to talk to. He is a teacher who lives in west Seattle. I asked him how he likes living there and he said he loves it, he was meant to live there, he'd never move. Meant to live there. That's what stuck out in my mind.
Before that I had a conversation with an old friend of mine. He grew up in Miami, lives in Seattle but regularly goes back to Miami for a visit once or twice a year. I asked him why he doesn't move back there and he said it's because there's not enough inspiration there. He's an artist and of course Seattle mainly caters to the artsy-fartsy, emo types.
Put these two together and this is what I've been analyzing for the past few days. When I got back from the Bahamas I was of course happy to be home. But the next morning when I went to work I was so unhappy. Not unhappy with my job but with my surroundings, the general atmosphere of Seattle libtards. I hated seeing the self-righteous bumper stickers of Obama-loving and vegan-endorsing people-- vegan snob is more like it. I just hate it. Sure there are beautiful things about Seattle but the people just driving me crazy. Too much "inspiration" for the likes of me. I don't feel like I'm "meant to" live here if I want to get all "Seattle-ite" on you.
Of course I don't have all the answers-- just too many questions. I have some more thinking to do.