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At least, that’s the theory. On a clear day, anyhow.

Last weekend was spent in Seattle, successfully obtaining for myself a place to live. I found an apartment about three blocks from the edge of campus (so about a ten-minute walk from the building where all my classes will be). It’s pretty flash. More photos of the apartment and other things can be found here.

I also met my supervisor and several of my co-workers for next semester. Everyone seems cool, and my supervisor said that I should let her know when I move up and she’ll introduce me to her husband who rows at Greenlake. The office has the sexiest damn computers I’ve seen in years. Two monitors for everyone.

My apartment has hardwood floors and its own washer and dryer. And a huge kitchen made for having guests over. There’s a ballet studio geared for adult dancers a few blocks south, about a zillion places to get pho and other cheap eats within a few blocks, a used bookstore and clothing exchange about two blocks away, and more coffee than you can swing a cat at. There’s also a Jack-in-the-Box that is apparently drug deal central a few blocks up, and I’m strongly advised not to walk alone at night. Win some, lose some.

I’ve been reading Sunshine again. For about the sixth time. Something about stress, and it being utter, utter id-fulfillment.

I need cinnamon rolls.

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