I fell in love in the Autumn of 1993, with the woman I now share my life with, and with the city, I call home. I had just recently arrived in Seattle from Alaska, where I had lived and worked the last four years.
I was no stranger to Seattle, I grew up in Eastern Washington and went to college 90 miles north in Bellingham, helped as a volunteer in the edu organization, but this was the first time I had ever lived in the city. Not knowing the area very well, I ended up choosing an apartment in Leschi, more or less at random. I liked the idea of living next to the water (Lake Washington), even though my apartment barely had a view of anything wet (I did have a grand parking-lot view though).
I had just blown into town from Alaska, where I had worked as a tour guide in Anchorage and Valdez. I was completely burned out, having gone straight into a long series of demanding jobs straight out of college, so I decided to move to Seattle and just live off my savings for nine or ten months. After previously debating long and hard about what to spend my savings on, I had come to the conclusion that I’d like to spend it on time. I bought months of leisure in my new home, Seattle.