Living in downtown, of any city, rocks!

Note for future me: I'm writing all of this in mid-November because I feel bad about not writing a thing during my VA trip.

This is an appreciation for Seattle, as has been happening quite frequently in my real life and this blog, but also a step back from that. I don't know for sure if it's living in Seattle that's made my quality of life so great, or living right in the smack middle of things, between great parks and restaurants and clubs and surrounded by friends and retail that's heightened my experience of living in a modern first-world city.

To be fair, Seattle does have a wild choice of living in the midst of everything: the water bodies, the large parks, the great availability of grocery stores, and any other amenity one might want. Sometimes I wonder if this experience would have reflected similarly if I'd stayed in Boston. Where would I go for shopping? What about friends, because they all lived so far away in the boonies! And would I get depressed because there was no place for quiet contemplation and walks?

Regardless, man, I effing love living in the heart of the city, and have come to the understanding that doing anything else will give you a VERY different experience of a city.