On Saturday afternoon, I sat and watched a friend play in a flag football game at Memorial Field near downtown Seattle. As I looked up across the field, my eyes glanced upwards as I noticed the Space Needle shooting out from behind the roof of the opposing team’s side. I’ve lived in Seattle for four years this past August and everytime I see the Space Needle, I can’t help but feel a little giddy inside. The base of the landmark is actually in my neighborhood, lower Queen Anne. So not a day goes by that I don’t pass it in traffic and notice its tall stature among the smaller buildings as I weave through the neighborhood and over into downtown just blocks away. I’m not sure that the novelty of living in a city that hosts a popular landmark will ever rub off of me. But I love looking up at it and thinking that this is the icon that most of the world associates with my city. So as I glanced up at the odd, white, space-ship looking disc, I couldn’t help but feel proud that somehow, I’ve made it through four years in a city that couldn’t be any farther, or different, from my hometown back in Georgia. I’m a happy girl.
It was a pretty uneventful weekend save for helping a friend with a home project and attending a co-worker’s birthday party at a new Capitol Hill night spot. Pictures and a write up to come from that. Have a great week — winter hit Seattle last week and it’s jacket and wool pants wearing weather a little earlier than usual. Rainy season hits this week and before you know it, it’ll be Thanksgiving.
Great tips on becoming a stronger, more independent woman.