by Nicole Jordan
So, I finally made it out to the West Coast to visit Claire in her homeland, Seattle. She had talked the place up a lot when we went to college together in New York, so I had a few expectations. As my plane landed at the Seattle/Tacoma Airport, I wondered if her favorite tea shop was really as cute as she said it was or if the Pike Place Market was truly going to be the market that fulfills all of my culinary and crafting dreams. Needless to say, Claire was right. Seattle is a beautiful city filled with an insane number of independent coffee shops, mountain views, and water. Lots and lots of water. Now I won’t try to name all the different bodies of water or mountains that makes this West Coast city so very different from the East Coast island I live on but there were some notable differences (that don’t have to do with geography) that I thought were worth mentioning.
Stepping into the baggage claim area, I already knew that the West Coast would be a more eco-friendly environment but I never suspected that the West Coast attitude would affect my dreams. I went from dreaming about skyscrapers and bagels to becoming a surfing legend as my friends and family cheered me on from the beach or the Queen of Composting. What does the Queen of Composting look like? Well, just imagine me standing on a giant mountain of compost and dirt jumping up and down and screaming about how important it is to save the earth. I'll admit the compost queen might need to work on her manners and how effective her authoritative ruling style is. That being said, has anyone else ever experienced this phenomenon? Is so, what kind of crazy dreams have you had as a result of traveling?
Stepping into the baggage claim area, I already knew that the West Coast would be a more eco-friendly environment but I never suspected that the West Coast attitude would affect my dreams. I went from dreaming about skyscrapers and bagels to becoming a surfing legend as my friends and family cheered me on from the beach or the Queen of Composting. What does the Queen of Composting look like? Well, just imagine me standing on a giant mountain of compost and dirt jumping up and down and screaming about how important it is to save the earth. I'll admit the compost queen might need to work on her manners and how effective her authoritative ruling style is. That being said, has anyone else ever experienced this phenomenon? Is so, what kind of crazy dreams have you had as a result of traveling?