Sometimes I crave Washington more than I can handle.
I went once - I was a sophomore in high school. It was music tour.
Not that I know much about the place, though. But that dreaming part of me imagines it to be the sort of place where a misfit belongs. The strange ones, the interesting, dreaming ones.
But the part of Washington that I haven't even really seen? That's the part I long for.
The late night poetry readings in a local coffee shop,
Hiking, backpacking, EVERYWHERE,
Crazy college kids on trains,
And the passion.
Like I said, I don't know anything about it. I like to imagine, though.
p.s. Pike's market. AMAZING. I could live there.
p.p.s. If I lived in Washington, I think seafood would grow on me.