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
"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.