The animals are collecting 2 by 2 in my little corner of Southeastern Pennsylvania - it's been raining almost non-stop since Sunday afternoon and I fear it is making me crabby. Which, of course, begs the question...why am I pondering moving to Seattle - the mythologically grayest and rainiest city in the country. Well, Pittsburgh actually has more gray days per annum than Seattle but who am I to judge? Some have suggested packing up my house and heading out there for a year just to see what happens - get a contract job and just go have an adventure and in many ways, that would be the safe way to go - not too much risk but potentially great reward.
But as I sit here today -- I wonder what I always wonder about my plans of moving to Seattle...am I running away from something or running to something? While I would hope it is the latter, my fear is that it is entirely the former.
August 21, 2007
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