This city is changing—and fast: Seattle’s population is growing at unprecedented rates; the city continues to hold the largest number of construction cranes in the U.S. to accommodate the endless construction demands; the region’s property values are continuing to shatter record highs in an increasingly unaffordable housing market. As I read the local news just […]
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If home is where the heart is, how does the heart know where home is? The idea of “home” came to the foreground when I moved to Seattle from the greater Detroit area where I was born and raised, wrestling to make Seattle my new home. I often refer to Michigan as “home home” and
When I share that I moved from the Detroit metropolitan area to Seattle, people often nod, saying they understand why I would leave. But they don’t understand. There’s a difference between leaving your roots and running away from them. No city is perfect, but this city cannot be dismissed. The Motor City is unequivocally radiant.
I could feel it in my legs: restless like my mind. They needed to run. Once back from work, I swiftly changed outfits and dashed out of my apartment, chasing what remained of fleeting daylight; chasing solace. Right foot hitting pavement, followed by the left, they found rhythm, and my legs glided in momentum. I
Today marks two years living in Seattle. I still struggle talking about moving here—the why, the how; my impressions and experiences. The gray rainy winters are as capricious as the city’s luminous summers. The politics are as liberal and nuanced as you can believe. Social tensions are as insidious as found in any rapidly developing