Monday, 28 January 2013

Seeitall/Seattle.

Hey lover,

As I sit here developing an affection for instant coffee (I'm sorry), I've come to realise that I need to worry about things like how if I don't have my drink bottle, I don't drink water and if I don't order salad then I don't eat vegetables the whole day and how if I don't wake up in time, I miss class. Little things, little things. The coming of glorious independence has been suiting me quite well. Anyway. I feel like I should talk about concrete things such as what I've occupied myself with for the last 18 days. 

Let's go! (Inclusive of photos, captions and everything like a real travel blogger. Joy.)


One of the buildings at Central. Snow borders the footpaths and the trees look like they're growing spines of cold, white bone. It's a quiet city and such a whispering winter experience. I've been dusted with snow, chilled till my ears hurt, and filled with such wonderful thoughts since beginning here. Thank you PHIL358 - Existentialism, you're the bed I rest in.  


Celebrating multiculturalism in true Aussie spirit. Dorms + fairy lights = yes. Also, 2 gallons (4L) of wine + goats cheese rolled in cranberries and cinnamon = orgasmic.



 The famously repulsive 'Gum Wall' in Seattle. The gum dribble to the right corner is fantastic.

The original Starbucks. I doubt they're doing the same seasonal specials over in Oz but vanilla spice latte, let me take you to a permanent home fit with a tastebuddy.

The Pacific Science Centre had a glasshouse where butterflies flutterby and tease you with gentleness. They land in your hair and everything. Quite lovely despite the constructed atmosphere. 

 
A bizarre house of Dick & Jane's. They've made it their life effort to create a house as an ongoing art project. It's the most ridiculously wonderful thing.


 In true US spirit we played a little bball. 

Otherwise, I've been doing brain cell cardio in my classes and dilly dallying with strangers that are quickly becoming an actual part of my life.

Physical things, physical experiences.

Until next time kids, I miss all your faces muchly,
J.




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