I
really didn't want to move out of Seattle.
Not Seattle.
I was working downtown and finally starting to feel acquainted with the city when Rob and I bought our first house together and moved to the suburbs. For most of the time that we lived in that house, we both worked in downtown Seattle, and ended up spending a bunch of time in the city.
When we moved the second time - when I was nine months pregnant - it was back to Seattle. Well, the northern edge of it. Still, we had a Seattle address, and that was enough to satisfy my city mouse self. But as our little family started to outgrow our apartment, and Rob became firmly settled in his non-downtown job (and it became clear that I would
not be returning to
my job), my dream of a home of our own in the city started to evaporate.
I made Rob promise me that we wouldn't become
those people. Those people who move to the Eastside and then never go into Seattle again.
Too much trouble...it means going over the bridge...and so on.
We've done pretty well. Most of our old city-haunts aren't particularly friendly to the small-child or gluten-intolerant set, but we've crossed the bridge for several lovely meals at
our favorite brunch spot,
all-vegan buffet lunches, and
hard-to-find treats.
And while we're waiting for Westley to grow into the symphony and the theater, it turns out we have our own, lovely little Eastside downtown to explore.
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