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Aug. 11th, 2014 05:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariWhen I first moved to Seattle, I got a job at Speakeasy, located in the heart of downtown Seattle. I worked the nightshift, and left work at 11. I'd walk through town to the bus (Seattle's bus system is actually pretty top-notch compared to Austin's), and sit and wait about 20 minutes for my ride to Bellevue. One thing that surprised me was how quiet the town got at night. Unless you were on Capitol Hill or it was the weekend, the streets were mostly quiet. Sometimes it was so quiet you could hear the Puget Sound splashing from a few blocks away.
Today I drove through downtown Austin on the way home, and I remembered why I moved here. This place is alive. Twenty-four seven. Something always going on here, whether its 3AM or 3PM. The town is always bustling, and moving, and always with the music. Wither in clubs, or busking in the streets. I haven't been able to do much or see anyone since I got back due to the money problems...but it's all still here. I just need to DO it. When I can afford it.
I need to find a way to stay here, if it's at all possible anymore. One more resume sent out.
Today I drove through downtown Austin on the way home, and I remembered why I moved here. This place is alive. Twenty-four seven. Something always going on here, whether its 3AM or 3PM. The town is always bustling, and moving, and always with the music. Wither in clubs, or busking in the streets. I haven't been able to do much or see anyone since I got back due to the money problems...but it's all still here. I just need to DO it. When I can afford it.
I need to find a way to stay here, if it's at all possible anymore. One more resume sent out.
