I have a bit of a soft spot for Seattle because I lived there for a summer, right before my senior year in college. I had just turned 21 and it was my first time living alone, in a city, with no known friends or acquaintances. I remember trying hard to acquire an appreciation for wine (I ordered it just because I finally could, though I hated the taste at first), and also learning to buy groceries and cook for myself (beyond the instant noodles I’d previously prepared in the dorms, of course). It was a lot of time for self-reflection and growth – and also, I just couldn’t get over how much Seattle reminded me of San Francisco. The appearances and behavior of each city’s inhabitants, the mostly gloomy weather, the local foodie and tech culture – the similarities are just uncanny.
I haven’t had many opportunities to return since then, but my boyfriend’s friend’s wedding was a good excuse to go up for a weekend. We had limited time to explore (there were so many more coffee shops, restaurants and bars I wanted to see) but we made the best of it: