is my best friend and her husband. Her husband is also in the friend loop, but I needed you to first understand the significance of the female in the picture.
The Walkers live in Seattle. But actually it's not Seattle proper at all. It's pretty far away. I would know. I went to visit them this weekend.
Yes, that's right. I'm a real adult and I take flights all by myself in the middle of the semester to visit my married friends. Despite my immaturity of rebelling from the piles of homework I have, I feel very proud of that fact.
I spent a percentage of my weekend with this as my view of the world. I wasn't a third wheel. I didn't get tired of driving (mostly because Washington is SO pretty). I was simply happy.
For example: we played card games.
Chris is the middle.
There is something magical about friendship that allows you to not do anything and be completely at ease. There is also something magical about friendship that never lets you run out of conversation. And lets you be yourself.
Erika lives in the cutest town ever.
There are antique stores lining the street. We wandered.
I love the trend right now of liking olden things.
But I don't really understand it.
I mean, the bird cage is cute. I basically planned out the interior design of my entire future home on this trip. Beach house living room. Bird room as little girl's room.
But I guess it seems kinda silly from one perspective:
Birds should be free, not caged.
And we shouldn't have to sell nature.
I do, however, like that we feel this need to preserve the old. Our past is important. It made us who we are.
And besides, I am a girl. And I will always be a girl. And I like being a girl.
And I'm going to act girly and like girly things.
Because I want to.
Everyone has their passions and opinions. I couldn't keep up with Chris all weekend because he has this amazing ability to know everything there is to know about every car driving down the road. (ok not literally, but you get the idea.) And I think it's awesome. Because it makes me feel like it's ok to like being cute.
And even crafty.
And sometimes that's impractical. If I move to Thailand, don't expect me to have cute fingernails. They are going to be short and filled with dirt.
But for now, I'm ok liking things that make me feel like a women.
Appreciating calligraphy, for example:
(and photography and blogging, while I'm at it)
There is something about traveling, to me, that is sacred. I guess the only way I can describe it here would be that it's my passion. I like doing it right. I like feeling that rush that you get when you do something you love. I love the learning that comes from it.
(p.s. expensive passions are not recommended)
I get a high from learning.
So I asked if we could go downtown.
Cuz sometimes I also get a high from meeting people I could only meet where I am at that moment.
aka Seattle had some cool cultural things.
We also found this guy, who was painting this MASSIVE mural all by himself. The need inside me to talk to him overruled my usually-timid-to-talk-to-strangers self.
He told us the boy in the mural was supposed to be an Idaho farm boy who feared the war in front of him, but was valiant to serve his country.
And this kid.
I love how it could have been from a different time or place but to me, it was my here and now.
We found some other cool things.
Like the Souk, reflective of my Jerusalem experience.
And the original Starbucks.
I love this picture because I don't even care about it at all.
But it's one of those things you HAVE to take a picture of.
And you are laughing to yourself as you do.
And then you find the Space Needle and you're like
"I don't really care about this either."
But it's beautiful, in a concrete jungle kind of way.
So you take a picture. Period.
We also found some funny things.
And Asians who drive forklifts like cars.
Traveling and relationships are my favorite. So to say it was a good weekend is an understatement.