When I made up my mind to do this trip, I told myself 6 months and NO later. As my time passed, I saw myself making more excuses to push the date. Granted, they were only the best excuses one can have.
I was getting a new awesome deal with my housing partnership. This was to get me into an apartment for a year, for free. I don’t know who wouldn't take that option, because it was something that seemed great, if it were me a year back. After a few months of looking for something that was tying me down, the luck was running out before it could even start.
In the midst of all this, I had something in my life that I had been looking for, and something I think I needed.
I have heard people all my life tell me “You can create your own family”, because mine wasn't something I necessarily had that family bond with. I had heard it, over, and over and over again. I heard “You can create your own family” 4 times in 1 year that I finally just thought of myself, my independent, as my own family. I wasn't bitter about it, I just didn't want to feel like I was the odd one out. I had drawn the short stick when it came to having a place to call “home”. I had taken in my own feelings for once, and realized I have to do things for me now.
It was shortly after that I announced that I was going to go on a trip to document the journey, because I needed to give myself the adventure my heart wanted. What I didn't realize was how much I would fall in love with this city.
As I prepared for the trip, the apartment deal came and swooped in, and I was spending a lot of time at the Pike Place Market, in The Local Color (Coffee Shop). I noticeably became aware of my surroundings, and how gracious the market had become to my personal life. I was around people who loved life, and spent every day doing what they saw as a real means to life.
I found a home at the market, and its hard to leave after what I have been searching fore, was there. I had a different kind of family, that I pictured myself having. A community
I had finally found the family that I wanted, the one I created subconsciously had been placed in front of me, and I didn't notice it until I left for Austin. It hit me when I went to do some work, and the coffee shop just wasn't the same. I sat down, and thought “I miss the market, I miss home”. It's that coffee shop, I can say I fell in love with in my 20's
"I fell in love
with a coffee shop…
Just like the cliché version of some young attractive single women
Sometimes with joe, and sometimes with chai
I am never forgetting to write to myself, because...
I crave love letters too
So here I am, writing myself one.
Me the beautiful bee buzzing,
wandering around the barriers of the city limits
I don’t know if walking through the city,
around its boundaries and buildings,
makes me feel comforted, Or constricted
It is me who is a tourist in her own city
A camera her best friend, her treasure and time capsule"