Journal dacetone's Journal: bweh!
I haven't written in a while, I don't have as much time now that I'm not riding the bus for 2 hours every day.
I was just listening to Something Corporate: Woke Up in a Car, thinking about homes that I've loved. My first home was on 15th and Viola in Yakima, I don't have too many memories of it (I moved out of there in 1988, when I was almost 6), just bits and pieces. It was in a bad part of town, and we had really creepy neighbors, and they did (literally) unspeakable things.
From there, I lived in the first house I really considered 'home', further west in Yakima until August 2000, after I graduated from high school. I have a million memories from that house, from first loves, first parties, first groundings (heh), everything that comes along with middle/high school.
After graduation, I moved to Kirkland, the Juanita area to be exact, and lived there in an apartment near the beach for one year, until August 2001. I didn't spend very much time in the actual apartment, preferring to spend time at my boyfriend's apartment, at work, or at my Grandma's house (where many of my aunts and uncles and cousins live).
I finally convinced my boyfriend that we should live together in 2001, packed most of my stuff into a storage unit, and moved to Interbay (between Magnolia, Ballard and Queen Anne in Seattle) to a tiny apartment with my boyfriend and his roommate. Living in such a cramped place strained our relationship, and I needed a change badly, so I decided to move back to Yakima to go to school, work for Microsoft, and live with my best friend.
I lived in our dirty apartment from January 2002 until August 2002, and it was a string of parties and fun the entire time, but something really was missing, I noticed that I spent, on average, 3 days out of the week back in Seattle at my boyfriend's house, doing over 300 miles a week on my car was taking a toll, and I realized how much I do love Seattle (not to mention my boyfriend) and despite having 'fun', was pretty depressed (and self-destructive) the whole time in Yakima, and moving back to Seattle was a breath of fresh air for me.
I was lucky enough to get a job at Speakeasy Network in Belltown, and we moved into a house up in North Seattle, and life was good (finally). It's progressed that way until recently, when I quit Speakeasy to get a job at The Apple Store in Bellevue Square. It was only natural for me to jump at a chance to work there, since I do have an Apple tattoo :-D
Wow, I didn't expect to write all *that* this morning, now Love Psychedelico: I Mean Love Me is playing...what should I think about next? (heh)
I was just listening to Something Corporate: Woke Up in a Car, thinking about homes that I've loved. My first home was on 15th and Viola in Yakima, I don't have too many memories of it (I moved out of there in 1988, when I was almost 6), just bits and pieces. It was in a bad part of town, and we had really creepy neighbors, and they did (literally) unspeakable things.
From there, I lived in the first house I really considered 'home', further west in Yakima until August 2000, after I graduated from high school. I have a million memories from that house, from first loves, first parties, first groundings (heh), everything that comes along with middle/high school.
After graduation, I moved to Kirkland, the Juanita area to be exact, and lived there in an apartment near the beach for one year, until August 2001. I didn't spend very much time in the actual apartment, preferring to spend time at my boyfriend's apartment, at work, or at my Grandma's house (where many of my aunts and uncles and cousins live).
I finally convinced my boyfriend that we should live together in 2001, packed most of my stuff into a storage unit, and moved to Interbay (between Magnolia, Ballard and Queen Anne in Seattle) to a tiny apartment with my boyfriend and his roommate. Living in such a cramped place strained our relationship, and I needed a change badly, so I decided to move back to Yakima to go to school, work for Microsoft, and live with my best friend.
I lived in our dirty apartment from January 2002 until August 2002, and it was a string of parties and fun the entire time, but something really was missing, I noticed that I spent, on average, 3 days out of the week back in Seattle at my boyfriend's house, doing over 300 miles a week on my car was taking a toll, and I realized how much I do love Seattle (not to mention my boyfriend) and despite having 'fun', was pretty depressed (and self-destructive) the whole time in Yakima, and moving back to Seattle was a breath of fresh air for me.
I was lucky enough to get a job at Speakeasy Network in Belltown, and we moved into a house up in North Seattle, and life was good (finally). It's progressed that way until recently, when I quit Speakeasy to get a job at The Apple Store in Bellevue Square. It was only natural for me to jump at a chance to work there, since I do have an Apple tattoo
Wow, I didn't expect to write all *that* this morning, now Love Psychedelico: I Mean Love Me is playing...what should I think about next? (heh)
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