Seattle Livin'

Originally, I started posting emails from prior trips abroad, attaching some pictures and reminiscing of the good old days with no restraints, no worries (other than where to sleep and what type of curry to have for dinner) and good times.

However, my father so eloquently told me it was "old news." Thanks, Pops. So what am I doing now exactly? After spending almost 5 months of the last year traveling the world, I decided I would expand my US horizons and move to Seattle, the coffee, garage music, rainfall capital of the world.

I've spent many-a-weekend up here in the past, trips from Eugene during college, visiting my old college roommate... and I guess I was (and still am) dating a guy that lives here... He's kind of important too. He looks like this:

(His face isn't stuck like that, I promise.)

I love the Pacific Northwest with my whole freaking heart. Why? Portland and Seattle go down on my list as two of the best cities in the US. Why would I say that? Well... the people, the greenery, the EPIC summers without extreme heat and humidity, the outdoorsy culture, the local music encouragement, and not to mention, the Thai food is about as close to Thailand as you can get (minus the whole, 18 hour flight situation). I strongly believe that if the weather was better, everyone would live here. This stormy overcast clouds that loom over the city roughly 9 months out of the year are actually what weed out the yucky people. Yes, the yucky people. Traffic is bad enough, let's not add the Yuckies.

Ok, Seattle Awesomeness Rant is over. Moving on: After five weeks of job searching I have to come to one very important conclusion: If I was sent to hell in the afterlife for wrongdoings during my time here on earth, my punishment would be The Perpetual Writing of Cover Letters (most likely with no response). My super nerdy friend, Sophie tells me she would be perpetually scraping popcorn ceilings... fair enough. So during these five weeks of non - response emails and applications, I walked door to door with a stack of resumes, landing a job at Louisa's Cafe and Bakery on Eastlake. Halle-fugging-luiah. This super cute place (full of croissants, scones, and other delectable, Bobbi-expanding items) has been my saving grace for the last month and a half, keeping me sane as I continue the search towards something I am seriously passionate about doing. In the meantime, I'll continue to get all hopped up on caffeine and eat cookies, its what I do best in life anyways. :)

Let's thank my mother for making me take the "Bobbi's Place of Work Picture" when they were here in February.