This is going to be off the cuff for now. Just a virtual journal of my experience in the Pacific Northwest or else a diary of my trials and tribulations outside of the Big Easy.
So here I am six months later. Still a fish out of water ... from a cultural perspective. Missing New Orleans big time. Was the move worth it? Been questioning that since day one. Walked outside of the SeaTac airport sometime early June and it was a virtual meat locker .... in the middle of summer at that. If someone gave me the opportunity to go back to my hometown at that moment I just might have taken it ... seriously. But then I'd have to pay Boeing back and so on and so forth. Figured a year here would be fair enough to test the waters so to speak.
Seattle's got some cool spots. They even have a restaurant/bar with a New Orleans theme. But still none of that beats what New Orleans's got. Case in point, I was at this club called Trinity and right as the clock struck two during a Saturday night or early Sunday morning they took the beer out of my hand ... literally. Granted that wasn't a regular venue. This jazz club and Irish bar were more my speed. Bellingham's got some cool places too and is a waypoint between Seattle and Vancouver, BC. ..And the northwest ales are some of the best brewed in the country.
The mountainous vistas however are what seem to redeem my existence here ... somewhat. Even from work I could see the snowcapped Cascades in the distance. Just a stunning view. Nature has a temperament that is unforgiving but if you get a chance to hike a trail through a pristine forest in the mountains she can be a loving mother as well.
