
I have another friend who would love to have me rent the bottom unit in his house. The house seems great, actually better than great. However I'm not a huge fan of the neighborhood. It's really close to work, but I don't think thats a big enough issue to sell me on the idea.

More and more of late I've been thinking about my first love in Seattle, West Seattle. It's a little remote but still has good bus access. The biggest down side would be living at the whim of the bridge again. However I did it for many years and it never got too bad.
I just hate this process, as I've said many times now. The one thing that I want more than anything is a place where I get to see the water again. Even if it's just during my commute. I've missed it more than anything else. Maybe that's why West Seattle always seemed to be my place in the city, its surrounded by water. And maybe I'm just thinking of it nostalgically, like one remembers a first love, and would only find going back that everything I loved about it has changed. But how could this ever change...

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