Of the many things I remember from our stay in Seattle, it has recently come to my attention that the small things are what I miss the most. Upon retrospect, the first couple of weeks weren't so bad. We didn't have a television or internet access, so we would spend each evening building fires in our fireplace, roasting hot dogs, playing instruments, singing (badly), and chatting late into the night. It was like looking deep into the foundations of what made us friends in the first place.
There were many facets of each day that are now absent from my life. Early morning walks to the corner store to grab breakfast while my housemates slept. The accompanying evening walks to fetch snacks where I would return to find Joe watching television in the living room. Playing (and consequentially getting very sick of) Oblivion for hours on end. Relaxing in my room with a cold beer and cracking open a good book while listening to some good music. Getting lunch at the tiny teriyaki place nearby for incredibly cheap. Grocery shopping with Joe and Andrey. Driving to Everett to visit Aldy. Scaring people at Alderwood Mall. Having Japanese food at a bookstore in Everett (Lynnwood?) with Aldy, Jeff, and Joe. Trips to downtown Seattle, where I would find some of my most favorite places to be. Kinokuniya Bookstore, Uwajimaya Japanese Grocery, Yummy House Bakery, Oasis Tea Zone, Pink Godzilla; there were almost too many for me to name them all. Wandering for hours around the Southcenter Mall. Picking Joe up from work. Heading to Wendy's or McDonald's well past 1AM. Getting lost trying to find venues. Standing a foot away from the pillows during their performance at Club Motor. Getting drunk and playing Pink Godzilla. Sakura-Con.
I miss listening to KEXP, the only radio station that I have ever been truly content listening to. I still remember how surprised I was to hear Sigur Rós at 7 in the morning. I remember falling asleep to "Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl" with Joe in the parking lot outside of Burger King while Matt showed our home to its next potential occupants. There were a few albums that became very important during our stay due to the fact that I couldn't afford to buy blank discs. Whenever I listen to them now, memories flood into my head; memories of many very specific times and places.
1. Animal Collective - "Feels"
2. The Shins - "Wincing the Night Away"
3. Sigur Ros - "Takk..."
4. Akron/Family - "Akron/Family"
5. Interpol - "Turn on the Bright Lights"
The day before we left holds an importance to me almost above every other memory I have of Seattle. Aldy had told me of a show happening at the University of Washington at Seattle, but made sure not to disclose any specific information about what exactly was happening or who was playing. I remember the overwhelming feeling of happiness when we arrived to discover Minus the Bear playing in the courtyard. Meeting his girlfriend, who was incredibly nice, and sharing chocolate covered strawberries with them while watching the show from a comfortable distance might be one of the happiest memories I have. The subsequent trip to Johnny Rocket's at Pioneer Square was almost just as fun. Joe and I then went back to Aldy's apartment for some Brawl and beer before returning home for the final time.
I have so many special memories tied to Washington, but I now find myself often wondering whether or not they are unique to Washington. Will it be possible for me to share the same experiences here in Texas? Maybe when I move out of my parents' house again I'll find out. After telling a certain someone about our journey, they told me, "Wow, David. Your life is like a movie." That may have been the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me.