wood floor sleep overs

So now I've been in Seattle long enough to know my way around but still new enough to get excited when on a clear day you can see straight to Rainier, the Olympics and the Cascades. What a sight, completely awe inspiring every single time. I still have my moments where I forget I'm actually in Washington but fortunately reality has a way of sinking in no matter how strange it seems. We have moved from Capitol Hill to Pioneer Square, a difference of about a mile and a half and until paperwork cleared, Ryan myself and for a short couple days Branden our third tour guide stayed as inconspicuously as possible on the floor of our office. Yup, curled up nice and cozy like on a sleeping bag and layered blankets right next to our segways and some other odd and end storage things. At least in AmeriCorps I had the excuse of it just being what we did, but here, well lets just say the benefits are out-weight the temporary sacrifices so I'm dealing with it :) A 45 minute train ride away is the home of a cute boy that I am lucky to be able to extort for his shower and eating out has been a habit but soon, at the end of the week, things should be looking less like a drunk college weekend and more like the illegitimate sleeping arrangement I had before coming out here. Seattle itself is a wonderfully interesting place. in Capitol Hill I felt the people were as transient as the wind that hits high speeds up and down these hills. This hipster/ gay district is lit up with colorful people, bars, businesses and true to Seattle even its architecture. The transient feeling was replaced with tourist season when we came down the hill to 107 office space. I like living in a downtown, there's always activity and we are a 5 minute walk to Pike Place Market, the oldest running farmers market in America. It is complete with an unofficial pig mascot and local produce, tulips and most recently the sight of my collision with a bike pedal resulting in a huge bruise on my foot and a new rip in my jeans that seem to be disintegrating anyway. I'm getting more comfortable giving tours, stumbling through my fun facts which I still think are fun, and all in all I'm still happy to be here, smelly and happy. Even if I get weird looks because I smile too much.. or maybe it is in fact because I smell, who knows but I don't care.