Something To Write Home About

Something to write home about


If I had to explain it
I wouldn't know where to start
It's like you're falling in love while I just fall apart




MAY' 17


 When given the option to take an awkward solo picture, always take it

When given the option to take an awkward solo picture, always take it


"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why -
America by Simon & Garfunkel


On May 28th 2017 I boarded an Amtrak train at 9:40pm at Oakland Jack London Square to begin my roughly 23-hour journey to the Emerald city. I decided to book a coach seat the previous month with hopes that the breathtaking scenic views and time alone would help me find myself. The year started with a sudden and unexpected life development that I still wasn’t able to process (but that a post or 5 for a later date). The trip up was beautiful, from looking out over the dark waters just seeing the reflections of lights, to coastlines and trees that would never end. I was able to bask in nature’s beauty and soak it up between chapters on my Kindle. I was able to sit alone for most of the journey until a landslide blocked part of the track and we had to bus the final leg of the trip from Portland to Seattle.


I was able to book a room slightly larger than a closet across the street from beautifully modern Central Library branch of the Seattle Public library. I didn’t plan much for this trip outside of visiting a Mariners baseball game and avoiding the original Starbucks. I wanted to get away, I needed to escape and I found myself in Seattle.