I don't remember much about going to Seattle, honestly. If I didnt already make that clear. Since I didnt really have a plan so each morning I would wake up and try to plan my day. The thing is, I didnt really know how expensive uber rides were going to be going back and forth and I felt really stressed that I didnt have money to spend on doing that.
The thing is, I did have quite a large amount of savings when I went to Seattle. So I could have dipped into that. But being the frugal person I was, I didnt want to do that. So then I would limit myself to doing nothing over going out and exploring and spending money. Which are something that I do regret and I want to have a “redo” of Seattle and experience it some more.
Outside of the first day, I only remember a few things here and there, not a bunch of stuff that happened each day. I just remember that first day because it was really emotional and stressful.
I do remember going around the University of Washington one day. I don't remember how I got there, or how I left but I feel like I was somewhere else and I didnt really want to go back to my host family so I just ubered to this university to spend a few hours, and let me tell you. I love touring colleges. Something about college campuses makes me feel at home. It's one of my favorite things to do. Walk around different campuses and go exploring.
So I got such a great kick out of exploring the history of UW. I remember that I found a library, a huge library. I just snuck in because you needed to use your student card to get in but I finessed my way into the library without getting caught. I remember going to the 3rd floor and seeing a bunch of rows of people studying and using the library. I had flashbacks to going to the library during midterms and finals week just to try and study in different places to help my focus.
I remember hiding on that 3rd floor trying to find different titles of classic books like Moby Dick, the Fountain Head, Hamlet, and other great novels. Then I tried my luck on finding a quiet floor to hide and read a book I was actually interested in. I remember going up to the 7th floor and it was floor-to-ceiling books, stacked on top of each other, with narrow walkways. I decided to find a walkway and walk until I hit a window. There was a little spot to sit on the floor and blend in. Plus I figured that no one would be over there because there were so many books.
After getting to a very convincing part of a story I cannot remember, I heard the noise of someone heading in my direction. Actually, that's a lie. I don't know if it was in my direction. I can't really tell which direction the noise is coming from (Hard of Hearing, amirighttttt). So I take off. When I tell you that I ran, that would also be a lie. Because I didnt. I merely hid while taking very soft gentle taps on the ground to get out of there. I was chased out of there. I don't think I was allowed on that floor. But it's a story for the riches I guess.
I remember running out of the library and taking a big sigh of relief. I remember that I was walking down the hill and there was a beautiful fountain with a huge mountain in the background. It was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. I remember spending a few minutes just sitting there taking in the beauty, debating on if I wanted to go back to school or if I wanted to fit in here at this school.
I remember that I kept seeing people with these wraps or burritos and it reminded me that I was hungry and probably needed some food. But I don't remember if I ate near the campus or if I ate later. I don't really remember much else about the campus but these absolutely gorgeous views. It helped that it was such a gorgeous day out as well. I don't remember how I got home that day but I'm alive writing this so I somehow made it.
There are a few other things that I remember doing but the memories are very blurry. So imma end this here and I will think very hard about all the other things I did to help move this journey forward.
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