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[ The Olympics and ferry - from Alki, West Seattle ]

I really do love this city.

I knew it was *mine* soon after moving here - the first city I've ever lived in. Very quickly, Seattle and me, we got along. The more or less temperate climate, the just big enough art and music and food scene, the pseudo west coast vibe (we are so not in California) that's slower but just uptight enough for my New England blood to understand, and the mother. fucking. mountains. There is no getting over or used to the intensely raw beauty of the Pacific Northwest. Every time I round a corner and suddenly BOOM mountains in my face - how can I not just lose it?

Recently, I've been feeling the love for the city in what what seems suspiciously like a grown-up way - I've put down roots here, I'm involved and invested in the well being of the city itself, I care who gets elected to office, I recognize people on the street, I have my favorite places.

Reading Rachel's guide to Seattle reminded me again how glad I am that this is where I ended up after college. My very own starter city.