As the World Turns, WA Stays the Same, With Us In It
I'm sorry its been a little while since my last post, but I've been so busy making life decisions lately that I haven't had time to ponder much of anything let alone reflect on my blog. Well, it looks like Heather and I are moving to...drumroll please...Bainbridge Island, WA.
For all of you who aren't familiar with that Island, it's 11 miles West of the heart of downtown Seattle. And for all you geography gurus, you know that that means 7 miles of ferry across the Puget Sound.
Ah yes, the Island of Bainbridge, let me tell you, it sounds more appealing than it actually is.
Although it's revered by all who know it as the crown-jewel of WA, being so close to Seattle yet so far away from it all, creating a habitat for the wealthy to act like complete pretentious asses and be loved for it. But its not a classy, civilized rich, its the bitter, lost-an-election type of rich that is more concerned with the stickers on their, and everyone elses, cars than the overdue oil change.
But the worst part is that this type of climate harvests an even worse kind of human; Dirty Hippies. I speak from personal experience living in Boulder, CO. As with any utopic environment, hippies tend to gravitate towards the them like flies on birthday cake, sprouting roots out of their VW buses and infultrating the epicentic city core through restaurant and coffee shop jobs, which this Island spews of from its touristic disposition.
So, like Boulder, you have the angry rich mixed with the abhorrent poor, which breeds such an awful stench of self-righteousness that it stings your eyes and makes your nose run, and we are, yet again, thrown right into the mix of it.
Heather and I both work on the Island, and have decided these jobs are best for us at this transition in our lives, not that either are necessarily the be-all-end-all, but good learning experiences and avenues of income, not to mention the current 70 mile commute is a little wearing.
For all of you who aren't familiar with that Island, it's 11 miles West of the heart of downtown Seattle. And for all you geography gurus, you know that that means 7 miles of ferry across the Puget Sound.
Ah yes, the Island of Bainbridge, let me tell you, it sounds more appealing than it actually is.
Although it's revered by all who know it as the crown-jewel of WA, being so close to Seattle yet so far away from it all, creating a habitat for the wealthy to act like complete pretentious asses and be loved for it. But its not a classy, civilized rich, its the bitter, lost-an-election type of rich that is more concerned with the stickers on their, and everyone elses, cars than the overdue oil change.
But the worst part is that this type of climate harvests an even worse kind of human; Dirty Hippies. I speak from personal experience living in Boulder, CO. As with any utopic environment, hippies tend to gravitate towards the them like flies on birthday cake, sprouting roots out of their VW buses and infultrating the epicentic city core through restaurant and coffee shop jobs, which this Island spews of from its touristic disposition.
So, like Boulder, you have the angry rich mixed with the abhorrent poor, which breeds such an awful stench of self-righteousness that it stings your eyes and makes your nose run, and we are, yet again, thrown right into the mix of it.
Heather and I both work on the Island, and have decided these jobs are best for us at this transition in our lives, not that either are necessarily the be-all-end-all, but good learning experiences and avenues of income, not to mention the current 70 mile commute is a little wearing.
posted by Jonathan at 4:21 PM
1 Comments:
Oh my God...you hit the nail on the head. I laughed and laughed at your accurate social descriptions of the "Island"...so funny..
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