We are at home in Seattle... well, sort of. Lisa headed west from CT for her first day of work on 16 July. I began my cross-country drive after dropping her off at the airport and after a brief swing through NJ for some final goodbyes. After two days, I hooked up with Roadtripper (RT) in Minneapolis. For a detailed account of the journey, click here to check out RT's blog (Days 102-108). After a trip back to CT to oversee the moving process, I joined Lisa in our temporary home on 1st Ave West in the serviceable Metro on First apartment building.


- Proximity to the city center and Lisa's job
- Walking distance to a commercial area (restaurants, bars, dry cleaners)
- Enough rooms to accommodate a guest room, workout room, office and our bedroom (a room could be multifunctional if space allowed)
- Enough space to fit the dining room furniture (that hutch almost pushed me past my breaking point)
- A fenced-in yard that was large enough to host a BBQ
- Garage space for at least one car
The only thing we ended up compromising was the yard. We have a yard in our new place, but it's not fenced (yet), and it's not conducive to entertaining. So we did pretty well. But now, after living in the temporary apartment, our next house has to have a view. Lucky these are not that difficult to come by in Seattle.
Across the street from our apartment, Elliot Bay Park stretches for a

Foz and I have enjoyed the park for our afternoon walks. I think he likes getting back to city living since I have to take him out for walks whereas, in CT
, he usually just got let out in the backyard. But he loves the park down by the water, and I tend to agree with him. It has a rather great view of Mount Rainier (it doesn't photograph that well, but you can make it out if you click on the photo and look directly above the two folks sitting on the grass). But we're coming to learn that there are great views from many places given the topography of Seattle, which is much more hilly than I imagined.
We've gotten used to everything being within walking distance, something I missed in my year in CT: the store, restaurants, dry cleaners, blockbuster, etc. The nearby restaurants are all reasonably good, save for a nasty BBQ experience...let's just say that Floyd's Place is out of the rotation. Buckley's has sufficiently satisfied the role of local pub. It's within falling distance of the apartment, has solid food and ale offerings, and a regular clientele that plays Playstation soccer against the bartender (He's unbeatable, so I'm wondering how attentive he is to his customers). Buckley's is also apparently the meeting place for the lesbian community before WNBA games at Key Arena. We have not yet made it to Chopstix, which is not an Asian restaurant, but rather a dueling piano bar.


Despite our affinity for our temporary neighborhood, we're looking forward to when the moving truck shows up with our stuff so we can move into the new place. Nigel is also looking forward to that as well; he's way into boxes and packing paper. Apologies for the long post, but the first few are likely to be long ones as we'll have a lot to share.
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