Coffee anyone?

So I finally decided to make Seattle my own. The 3-months stint in the emerald city has turned into a much needed/anticipated longer adventure (thank God for that, given the conditions of the economy) and I am not complaining, despite the unceasing greyness of the city. Sun is like God in Seattle. You have to believe in its existence without ever seeing it. Its this blind faith that gets the Seattlites through the morbidness of fall, winter and spring. But I digress.

Don't get me wrong. Cali will always remain my home away from home but since I do need to feed my baby (the car - need you ask?) and occasionally myself, I am more than happy to stay and provide my services to the Washington branch of corporate America.

So I am staying, hopefully for a while. But to stay here indefinitely, I need to make it my own. And for that I have to find my Seattle people. Not knowing a soul in this city can be a recipe for suicide. Noooo, Seattle does not have the highest rate of suicide in the country (Correct answer: veeegggaaasss). But it does have the highest rate of coffee consumption. Which means, Seattlites socialize to survive.

When in Rome do as the Romas so tonight I went to socialize. It was a good experience, which made me realise, I have finally accepted Seattle as my new home. I also realised that not many people my age are single :) But that just makes me seem cooler for some reason. To the married women that is. Cooler or just more weird. Either way I just feel cool lol.

So the point is I have finally arrived in Seattle. Whether I will find my people or not, it remains to be seen.