| Feb202008 | Bad Day in February |
Yesterday was officially a Bad Day for me. Maybe it was one paper cut too many or maybe it was the one-two punch dealt early in the day but I felt terrible. I spent the remaining hours with my head down, working hard and repressing these uncomfortable feelings. I shifted them to the bottom of the pile.
When I did get home, I allowed myself two big glasses of wine. I feel a little guilty toasting to my problems but you’ll be glad to know that it did little for me. The Bad Day had replaced the usual buzz with a vino-induced headache and so I went on with my nightly routine, sober and headachey.
This morning, I felt my spirits lift as I gulped down yogurt whilst watching re-runs of Dharma and Greg. The lifting faded as I hiked out to the bus stop in the brisk cold. I stared out at the grey-covered downtown and I said, Seattle, today I don’t love you. I don’t hate Seattle; the city is what it is and there’s so much to love on the good days and bad. Today, I’m just simply not in love with the “Seattle” chapter of my life.
It’s funny how Seattle is a chapter all on its own. I’ve only been here a year and while lots of things has happened, there is no overreaching theme to it besides the unexpected location. Perhaps as my life plays out further, the chapter will be renamed. Perhaps it will instead be named, “Growing Up” or “How My Garage Band Started.”
I stood at this bus stop, staring at the lifeless Union Station clock tower, and I looked at my sadness from further away. I saw it in the context of my twenty-something years and I realised that it’s the first time I’ve been depressed in Seattle. When I first left home, I was depressed about Seattle but finally I have something to be depressed about that’s not related to leaving Melbourne and I couldn’t help but grin. Because it finally means that something is happening.
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