Seattle: Packed and Ready

This morning, I navigated public transit with a fifty-pound suitcase in tow. The behemoth comes up to my waist- although that doesn't neccessarily mean it's enormous; more likely, it's an indication that I am small (as if there weren't enough of those already... overhead shelves, bar stools, jeans with a 34' inseam... the list goes on.) It reminded me of the less glamourous side of travel, which I experience so rarely here at my ivory computer desk. Suitcases are heavy. Transit is unreliable. Google reviews written by perfect strangers can cause you total last-minute terror. [The car rental place we've chosen apparently has a history of doing something called 'repair milking.' I understand that people are far more likely to write reviews about a mildly negative experience than they are about an excellent one, but I can't help being concerned.]

I suspect this is why I write about travelling- it's easier, and a lot less nervewracking, than actually doing it.

Not to suggest that I am in any way rethinking my travel plans. It is 10:04am. There are six hours left in my work day before I can even think about getting out of the city... and all I want is to be in Seattle right now.

I've managed to eat up about sixteen minutes of those six hours writing this. Not exactly the result I was hoping for. At this point I might even welcome work if it meant that time would pass more quickly... Okay, truth be told, I'm not quite there yet. But I will be soon.

Check back for frequent updates over the next five days to discover Seattle with me!

Bisous,
Cee