Chrissy's Blog

My first full day in Seattle, Kolin offered to drop me somewhere after dropping Brett off at his work. Kolin took me to Capitol Hill, to Elliot Bay Book Company, which I shockingly had never been to. My dear friend Zach, pictured, met me there. We spent the day together. We perused books, had lunch at Honey Hole, grabbed coffee downtown, picked out a cribbage board at a toy shop, walked along the waterfront. Zach is one of those people in life that I always feel completely comfortable with. I could say to him, “Last night, I got in a bar fight and stabbed a man in the jugular.” I can hear him even now replying, “Whoa! What kind of whiskey were you drinking?” No matter the time we spend apart, we can always find something to talk about, to laugh about. It was slightly chilly down by the water. Zach stopped at this building and threw himself against the wall to warm himself. I reminded him that we were in Pioneer Square and that wall has more than likely been peed on in the last 24 hours. We quickly resumed our walk downtown.

Seattle, Washington. This is the view from my friends Brett and Kolin’s porch. I stayed at their new house during my visit. They obviously have a lovely view of downtown and Lake Union. I got in pretty late and hung around with the boys, visited with my friend Cassondra who was kind enough to pick me up from the airport. But I didn’t go out on the town. I wanted to rest up for my weekend. It felt so right to be back. Away from the stress of the hospital, my parents, my long-distance relationship, the job search, the move. I got to take a break and relax. I’ve lived in a couple of different places and have never really settled into a home. I don’t even understand what “home” is supposed to mean. I feel like it’s an abstract noun, like love or happiness. Seattle came pretty close though. I had the places, the people, the baseball team that I loved. I felt comfortable. But it still wasn’t home. I’m still looking.

Boyfriend and I have been dating for one year now! Right after he left, I had a great anniversary idea. I call him cookie, as a term of endearment. So I thought I would send my New York bachelor a care package of cookies. For some reason, though, it seemed insufficient. So I decided to make him three different types of cookies. Chocolate chip, peanut butter, and ginger spice. I was so tired when I got home from work, that I had to multi-task it. Starting the next batter, while batches of the first type of cookies baked. Hence, a huge kitchen mess. Also, I didn’t stop to do the math. I ended up making over a hundred cookies. Or in visual terms, four plates stacked high with cookies. I shipped most off to New York, but also brought in a huge Tupperware to work, and I took another huge Tupperware with myself to Seattle as a gift to my gracious hosts.

Laundry! Don’t worry. It’s clean. I did this and applied for jobs.

The family and I went to Hiroba, a popular local sushi place in Reno. I was feeling adventurous and a free dessert is included in the all-you-can-eat sushi deal. So I tried Mochi ice cream. It would be the little ball in the bottom left corner. It’s a ball of ice cream inside a coating of some sort of gelatin. This one was strawberry. It was different, but I have no doubt I could eat these things all day long. Cold, sweet, kinda chewy so it slows you down. I liked!

For my three or four dedicated readers, I would like to apologize for leaving you all in the dark for so long. Bad blogger. Bad! But, to be honest, you haven’t been missing much. This picture has essentially been my life.  If I were in the business of writing captions, the one for this would be “Oh my God, someone please hire me.” I’m trying to not worry. I have never had a problem getting a job before, and I am not above schlepping coffee or working retail. I am moving to New York with plenty of savings. But, still, it is stressful, and it’s all I think about. Once I have a job, even if it is just a part-time gig to have while I look for my dream New York job, I will just feel so much more secure knowing that there is some income coming in.

My sister and my going-out feet. Our mother took us to get pedicures, and Kate was trying to decide which shoes to wear out.