I moved.
West Seattle was my home for four years. Four years was the longest time I’d spent in one place since college. My landlord is selling the house, I am priced out. Now, instead of having a two-bedroom house with a little backyard for my dog, I have an apartment in Madison with a roommate. I can be happy anywhere, and we (dog and self) are happy in our new neighborhood.
But I miss my dead-end street, and my secret routes to bypass rush hour, and my Chevron station where the clerks and I knew each other by name. And the festivals and the garage sales and the coffee shop where I could bring my dog.
I hope I can find that in my new neighborhood. Goodbye, West Seattle!