Yesterday was a busy Seattle day. I told my son I’d take a picture of the Space Needle for him, so I rode the Monorail over to Seattle Center. I decided to bite the bullet and ride up to the top of the Needle. I also visited the Chihuly Garden and Glass Exhibit which is just breathtaking. It’s fun to tourist around Seattle on my own. I miss my kids and my honey, but there’s a lot of freedom in taking it all in solo. After returning from Seattle Center, I decided to walk down to see the Seattle Great Wheel. I’ve wanted to go on it since it was built a few years ago. But I’ll admit, the trip up the Space Needle elevator made my heart race so I wasn’t feeling super confident in my ability to make it through the wheel ride. In fact, I was picturing getting about 10 feet off the ground and throwing up.
            So I took a picture of the wheel and hiked back up to my hotel, feeling pretty okay about the decision no to attempt the wheel on my own. (Literary side note: The Seattle Great Wheel reminds me of reading about the original Ferris Wheel in Erik Larson’s Devil in the White City – another World’s Fair reference to make my trip even more complete). I’m sitting cooling off in front of the A/C when my best friend calls and asks if I want to go on the wheel. Oh crap! Well, of course I do, I say and they head up to meet me at my hotel. We park near the waterfront and I can feel my anxiety on the rise. As fate would have it, my friend’s son suffers from anxiety as well so he was not too pleased about the idea of going on the wheel. In fact, we were both scared out of our wits. But I think I had him convinced that we should have an adventure together AND his mom bribed him (you know, for good measure).
            I’d like to tell you that we both laughed at how silly our fears were, but the truth is, I closed my eyes through most of the first rotation and held my little buddy’s hand for the entire trip. I didn’t throw up, though I won’t say the urge wasn’t ever present. And my little friend kept speaking my mind, saying things like “don’t take any more pictures, you’re wiggling,” and “don’t talk, it rocks the car.” I was able to open my eyes for most of the last two rotations and then they threw in a fourth time around. My friend’s son cried the whole time, so frustrated that he’d been duped into a non-disclosed trip. And I can’t say that I blame him, though I tried to put on a really brave face. The view is spectacular and I wouldn’t trade the experience for the world but I’m glad I’m safely back on the ground!
            It’s Fleet Week for Seafair so the waterfront was teaming with guys and gals in uniform. With all the talk of Worlds Fairs and such, it felt a little bit like stepping into another time. Of course I wanted my picture with every last one of them! My bestie took my first picture with Chris, a very dashing young man who corrected her when she suggested that he was a “seaman.” I got my picture and walked away, embarrassed for having hijacked this poor guy but satisfied nonetheless. As we were walking to catch up with her husband and son, I noticed that my little 8-year old friend had commandeered a whole group of white clad Navy boys and was pointing them in my direction. All the blood rushed back to my face as he organized another group photo. I ended up surrounded by half a dozen good-natured troops, their pristine white uniforms in shocking contrast to the red that was taking over my face and body. I shook their hands, thanked them for their service and made my little buddy promise not to talk to any more uniformed men. He just smirked! 

            My sister and I headed to downtown Seattle the other night to watch a movie. As we turned down 4th Avenue, we noticed something peculiar: the sidewalks on both sides of the street were becoming increasingly crowded with people on blankets and in camping chairs. Parade? Now my sister has lived in Seattle for 12 years and I lived here for almost 10, but neither one of us had any clue what was going on. Then it occurred to me. Seafair. We’d unknowingly stumbled onto the Seafair Torchlight Parade. A quick visit to Google gave us the time, location and a hint of things to come – giant balloons and marching bands.
            I’ve never seen a big parade. My parade experience is limited to my hometown in southern New Mexico where floats are decorated in tissue paper and the high point is often a fly over by fighter jets from our local air force base. Not saying those parades aren’t simply lovely, but Seattle had me at giant balloons. So we parked the car and wandered down toward the parade route. We found a space near the judging grandstand and for the next 2 hours, we stood, unwilling to give up our spot. My sister is not much of a parade person but she is THE BEST SISTER in the world and so she humored me. The parade started with a dance number by flight attendants at Alaska Airlines. Obviously, I was totally hooked, dancing along with the music, a smile plastered on my face. The floats were amazing works of art. Even the rain (it is Seattle after all) didn’t dampen my spirits.

            One thing I love about Seattle is the cultural diversity. We were standing next to a little blond girl with a Scandinavian sounding accent and a little Vietnamese boy, watching wide-eyed as First Nation tribe members paraded by chanting and playing drums. I love being out in the crowd when something is happening in Seattle, always have. My sister makes fun of me because I can have anxiety when I’m home in bed, but I’m a-okay out in the throngs of happy parade goers. It’s true. I love people and so the energy I get from being part of the crowd overrides any sense of anxiety I may feel. And to be fair, sitting at home alone in bed gives a crazy mind time to wander.

            Did anyone else see the parade? What were your favorite moments? 

            I went to a couple of estate sales this morning, both in really beautiful houses overlooking Lake Washington. It’s fun to get to be inside these houses and take a glimpse at someone’s life. But I can’t help feeling a little sad. I walked into one man’s room and found style and grammar guides on top of a beautiful cherry writing desk. It was the perfect writing room high up in the house looking out into the beauty of Seattle. I could see myself sitting there typing away and I could imagine what it must have been like for this gentleman. I wonder what he wrote, what he read and really just who he was. I take some time to reflect on the person who left all these treasures behind.
            As I was looking around the downstairs living area in one house, I ran across some memorabilia from the 1962 Seattle World’s Fair – a guidebook, some tickets and a brochure. I’ve always found world’s fairs to be fascinating. It’s amazing the way people came together and built these temporary cities to introduce the world to technology and global culture. It’s fun to imagine what it must have been like walking around Seattle Center when the buildings were brand new, riding the monorail for the first time ever, seeing the Space Needle towering overhead. The brochure shows the Seattle skyline and there’s Smith Tower shooting above its neighbors, not dwarfed as it is today.
            As I work on my book, I’ve been thinking a lot about the people who’ve lived in Seattle all their lives. I bought the world’s fair memorabilia because it was interesting, but it occurs to me that I just purchased someone else’s memories. It makes me all the more determined to make my own. I think about the things I’ve kept with me to remind me of the trips I’ve taken and the things I’ve seen in my life. The world may be an ever-changing place, but it’s no less full of wonder than it was in 1962 Seattle when the world was marveling at the Space Needle and anticipating the parade of cultural and recreational activities about the take their city by storm. 

            One thing I like about Seattle is that it’s a colorful place full of interesting people and bustling with activity. Even more so post-SCOTUS marriage ruling. In the Capitol Hill area, the crosswalks are painted rainbow and there are rainbow flags in many business windows. During the gray parts of the day, it’s hard not to notice the color brightening up the gloom. And then, of course, there’s the green. It’s always nice to see green everywhere you go. And water! I was going across the I-90 floating bridge this morning and it’s lovely to see the blue of the lake stretching out on either side.
            It’s been about 7 years now since I lived in the Seattle area and a lot of things have changed. Obviously, the city has been growing. I went to Elliott Bay Books yesterday, which has moved from downtown to Capitol Hill, meaning it is no longer near Elliott Bay. When I lived here before, we had a business that was named after a region in the suburbs – Bel-Red. So when we moved to downtown Seattle, people were constantly confused about where we were located (understandably so). But I guess when you’re a Seattle institution, it probably isn’t such a big problem.
            Finished the day off with a trip to Taste of India in the U District. The food was delicious as always but there is just so much of it. I ate til I was stuffed and still had what looked like a full plate of food in front of me. The waiters kept walking by, I think trying to figure out why we weren’t eating. My plate was so full of food that when they set it down on the table, the impact caused an avalanche of rice. If you’ve never been there, it’s worth a trip. Just be prepared to take home half your meal. 

            Today I went to see a movie. As a mom with two small kids, I watch a lot of cartoons and kids movies with just a few grown-up selections thrown in here and there (when time permits). So the prospect of an endless supply of movies right at my fingertips is oh so tempting. For a number of reasons, relationship movies were not an option today so we opted on a horror movie. We went to see The Gallows at the Varsity Theater in Seattle’s University of Washington district. I always loved the independent movie theaters in Seattle and it was nice to visit one today, though I was sad to hear that many have closed down.
            Anyway, back to the utter disaster that was The Gallows. Sheesh! It frustrates me that in “found footage” horror movies, the acting is always so terrible. Seriously, it’s hard to imagine anyone being that idiotic, despite their best efforts. All I can say is that the movie was short so I’m not mourning the loss of two much of my life. Since it was a Monday afternoon, the theater was pretty empty. Besides my sister, her friend and I, there was only one other woman. I went to get seats and as I entered the small theater, the floor creaked a little. Creaky old theaters are a great place to see a horror movie…unless you have to sit too close. I remember seeing the Blair Witch Project and having a few panicky moments where I wasn’t sure my lunch would be staying where it belonged in my digestive tract.
            A few minutes after sitting down, the other woman entered the theater and we struck up a conversation. She, a single mom, had just sent her son off to his first away from home camp and had decided to come see a movie. She’d almost chosen a 2nd dose of Inside Out (a movie we both loved) but had decided on a horror movie instead. We chatted about raising kids in this day and age, scary movies and the perils of motherhood. When I mentioned that I was visiting from Colorado, she perked right up. As it turns out, she’s a native of Colorado Springs. Small world!
            I love being here in the city and having the opportunity to interact with so many interesting people. I’ve been getting a good dose of modern Seattle culture as I re-familiarize myself with a city I adored living in. 

            It’s the end of my first full day in Seattle and I’ve been thinking about what I’d like to share with you. One of my goals for this trip has been to simply be observant, I’m also planning on striking up as many conversations with Seattlites as possible and I started working toward that goal on the plane ride yesterday. I sat next to two wonderful women. One was reading a copy of Rediscovering Catholicism and we had a delightful conversation about what that meant to her in the context of her life and her family. The other woman is a long-time air particle chemist and we had a funny (and oftentimes horrifying) discussion of the many interesting and disgusting things that are floating around in the air we breath. It was a topic you just don’t imagine talking about when your seat is located about 2 feet from the airplane lavatory.
            One of the many perks of this trip is that I get to spend a lot of time with my sister. She and I are opposites on a lot of fronts, but there’s no one on earth like her and I cherish each and every moment I get to spend with her. She’s been living in Seattle for more than a decade and is a great illustration of what happens when you feel part of a community. She knows her neighbors. She frequents local businesses. She makes a point of being part of and supporting the neighborhood she lives in and it’s pretty beautiful. She and her friends take advantage of all the cultural and recreational things that Seattle has to offer.
            Despite our differences, my sister always warps me up in her arms and carries me away with her into her life. She introduces me to her friends, takes me to the places she loves and let’s me just be with her in her element. We sing, we cry, we laugh, we do crossword puzzles. It’s been one of the greatest pleasures of my life to be my sister’s friend as an adult. I’ve met a few of her friends already and they’re an interesting and lively bunch. Smart, savvy, passionate, sometimes irreverent and often hilarious. It’s not hard to see why she loves them.
            So, despite the gorgeous weather, the beauty of nature and the bustle of the big city, it turns out that the thing that has influenced my first few days in Seattle most is the time spent with my sister. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow will bring! 

Sometimes it’s the smallest things that amuse me the most. For instance, this picture of my leg shadows. Ha! Perhaps not a true reflection of reality but I admit that I was feeling tall that day. Or take last night. I picked up my ukulele to try out a new song and I actually played it through without a single mistake! Miracle of miracles! I can still only strum in one direction, but I do it with gusto.

Then there are the big things masquerading as small things. One example – the story I wrote for Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Nurses will be in bookstores on July 21. It’s just a short story but it’s a huge milestone and a tribute to a part of my life that shaped who I am.

In two weeks, Rachel and I set out on our epic 2015 journey #amy&rachelontherun. It’s going to be a big trip comprised of a whole bunch of moments and I’m going to do my best to share those moments as we go. Luckily, Rachel’s a brilliant photographer so we’ll be able to provide awesome visuals to go with the hilarious tale of our adventures in the Pacific Northwest. I might just get up the nerve to sing on the streets of Seattle. Stay tuned!

Hope you’re all enjoying your summer as much as I am!