Going on seven months

There was a time when the 45 minute drive to Salt Lake seemed like such a haul. That drive to AF even bugged, although that might be more about the job than the drive. Now there is potential for at least a 20 minute drive anywhere and of course longer by bus.

There was a time that driving into a city petrified me and sent me into panic. The prospect of getting lost heightened this concern. To the point that I was determined to have very detailed directions and demanded use of my mothers GPS. I would go into the city prepared for battle. Every contingency prepared for. Whether or not they were effective - different story. At this point I don't have a car so that's not a huge concern. But I've finally gotten somewhat of a grasp on my surroundings. Well, kind of. It's more; I don't freak out about being lost.

There was a time when I was so anxious about taking Seattle transit that I made a very detailed list of all the possible stops and routes. There was no leniency in the trek, and certainly no possibility for a change in that plan. I clutched this paper. It was my lifeline and only way to get home. At this point I can't count how many times I've gotten on a bus that might be going the right way home.

There's something that doesn't get old. Its Seattle. I still get rushes of excitement that I'm here. There is so much to do, to see. Even repeater times. I love my wanderings. I sat on the roof of work today- in lovely solitude with cloud coverage and overlooking the city.