I walked these streets for most of my life. In moving, and coming back to visit I was definitely was able to the city in a new perspective and with a new appreciation. It made me realize how often times we can easily become get trapped in our own bubble unless we go out of way to break out of it.
Every major city has their own version of ‘Chinatown’. I haven’t been to very many Chinatowns, so I don’t know how Seattle’s Chinatown ranks among the other Chinatowns that exist in the world. I’m guessing those who are frequent visitors of Chinatowns all over the world would find it unimpressive. In my opinion, it’s smaller than what I would imagine a “Chinatown” to be. Needless to say, the Seattle Chinatown has it good share of delicious Chinese restaurants: KauKua, Uwajimaya, a number of dimsum places, to name a few. Just thinking about Chinese food is making me hungry.
I think the prettiest thing about spring are the cherry trees around Seattle. It’s too bad they only last for a few weeks.
Spring is everywhere! It’s warmer, there are flowers blooming, there is more light to the day, and everyone is just in a general happier mood.
This picture was taking outside of the building of my work. There are these big planter vases with these trees that bloom once a year around this time and are such pretty flowers, it’s just too bad they only last for a good week, but might as well enjoy them while I can.
I decided to take the train home today. The weather was beautiful, the sun was shining, it was just one of those days that made me forget about the dreary Seattle weather that occurs most of the year.
The first of spring was spent going to the iconic Pike Place Market. It was a beautiful day in Seattle, and they were giving out free flowers in celebration. People even seemed to be in better moods. As my friend and I were going on the bus to go to Pikes, an older lady steps out and yells out
“Smile ya’ll! It’s the first day of spring ya’ll. Time to smile!”
That in itself made me smile.
When I first got my DSLR camera and got into photography, I insisted on buying a camera bag that reflected my personality as a potential artist. I didn’t want a plain black camera bag that blended in with all the other plain black camera bags that every other person with a camera and I didn’t want price to get in the way. I didn’t want to go over board, but I didn’t want something that would ware and tear easily as something cheap would be expected to do.
So I ended up buying this camera messenger bag for $150: it was blue, had 3 compartments for lenses and camera body, had a section for laptop, and numerous other pockets for random things. At first I loved it, I would bring it everywhere I took my camera with me. However I soon realized how it wasn’t functional: it was big and because there were a lot of pockets i carried a lot things other than my camera, thus making it especially heavy. This was inconvenient when I went on long walks while taking pictures and my shoulders would begin to hurt. Worst of all, I’ve had some comments on it looking like a diapor bag, which was on the artistic persona I wanted to portray.
This is kind of how my bag looks like.
This was found on the site for a brand name Epiphanie.
Anyways, you might be asking what does this bag have anything to do with the picture of the steak? Well, like the bag, the steak was overpriced. My friends and I went to this steak place called Millers Guild. It’s a pretty fancy, trendy place. With a pretty fancy place and pretty pricey steaks (the above steak was $60), one would expect a foodgasm in the mouth (at least I do) but I didn’t get that. It was good, but it wasn’t it wasn’t $60 good. It was cooked perfectly, but the flavoring was subpar to what I would want a steak at that rate to taste like. Which proves a point a lot of people say: just because something is overpriced, doesn’t mean it’s good.
Googlemaps times the trip from my house to Portland to 3 hours and 15 minutes. It is not a far drive, and is an even shorter plane ride – which interestingly on the one flight that I took from Portland to Seattle in my life, I was given complimentary beer for the one hour trip.
While it is a city that is close enough to make an occasional weekend trip to and not notice differences between the neighboring city of Seattle, a closer look and comparison shows that there are indeed fact differences.
For instance, the lines…
For one reason or another, I have stood in more lines waiting for food in Portland than I have in Seattle, and I have only been there a few times, whereas I have lived in Seattle for more than half of my life and hardly every stand in lines. The lines to Portland eateries are consistant, and I’ve known other people have stood in them there as well, which brings up another difference – I feel like people in Portland are more into food than in people Seattle. I mean, Seattle has it’s own sort of food culture, but I don’t think it’s one warrants foods lines on a regular basis. In having so many are infamous breakfast joints and food trucks and brewery spots that are always so packed, Portland is a great place to be a self proclaimed foodie.
There are other differences as well between the neighboring cities: the streets are cleaner in Portland, the roads are different, I feel like there are more bikers in Portland than Seattle, there’s no tax (which is a big sell for shoppers like myself), Portland even has an NBA team, which is something I think many Seattle-lites are bitter about
Why did you have to take our Sonics away? Whyyyy?!?
I may be making Portland sound like a better city, which – I don’t know about that. It’s just different city, but in the end, despite our lack of NBA team and clean streets and sub par attempts to recycle, I still have a lot of pride for my city and call it home.
When I think of rainbows, I think of a more scenic backdrop than the parking lot of a mall, but that’s where I found this rainbow. The past couple of times I’ve seen a rainbow, I was driving on the freeway and really couldn’t capture it, but as I was existing Nordstrom, I had my chance to take a picture.
It has been a few days since the ‘Spring Forward’ one hour time change and holy shit did I feel it today. I drank a double shot of coffee, had a Starbucks refresher in the afternoon, and still felt like I didn’t get enough sleep the night before. But I’ve heard it said that when you ‘spring forward’, it usually takes a couple of days to adjust. It just sucks because I feel really drained.
Today was also one of the first really nice sunny days in what felt like a long time for Seattle. Or… maybe we had one not too long ago, but the rain and dreary grey made it seem like a longer interval than it actually was.
The point is, it was a warm day in Seattle. Close to 60 degrees, I believe.
I feel like when the sun shines in Seattle, regardless if it is cold or warm, some women feel the need to wear skirts. I don’t know if it’s a Seattle thing or what, but I swear to God, I saw a handful of girls wearing their spring dresses like it was warmer then it was, while I was still wearing a bubble jacket and jeans.
I sort of get it: it’s grey and stupid 8 months of the year that as a woman, when the sun does shine, there is this want and sense of anxiousness to start wearing the happier spring stuff that’s been stored for the past 8 months. I do feel that impatience – I have shoes I want to wearing, dresses I bought in anticipation of spring – but I would rather be warm than wear something that would freeze my butt off. Besides, my legs are untanned, would be an embarrassment for the world to see.
This picture was taken outside of my work building. Every season, they change the flowers or setting in the flower pots that line the entrance. The flowers in this one are very spring-like.