Last week I was in Seattle, Washington again for six days dog sitting while my brother and his wife took care of some work related things. If you read my last Seattle post, you know that I fell in love with the place and would take the chance to go back. I had to sacrifice a few events, especially my boyfriends show but he definitely understood haha. The day I was leaving I almost missed my flight. It was my first time flying alone and even though I thought I was on top of things, I checked the screens again because I thought boarding the plane was taking a bit too long. Luckily, it was around the corner. I boarded the plane and it all went smoothly from there. I had a window seat and I had to take pictures of the beautiful sky. I might have mentioned before that I'm kind of scared of heights but when I'm on the plane, it's like no such thing exists. It's probably because I have no other choice but I deal with it very well.
I had to take some good literature with me on the plane.
It was raining the night I got there but the rest of the days I was there, it was clear skies but it was freezing cold. Apparently I took the rain and dropped it over San Diego while I was gone, sorry guys but I dislike the rain a lot. The first day I got there I hung out with Megg and Oli (my brothers dogs) in the day and at night I caught a concert and met up with a few friends.
The next day I decided to kick it at home, watch movies, catch up on my newest show obsession, Chuck, and re-make some of my favorite scenes from some awesome movies on my instagram.
Thursday came along and my friend Michael and I explored Woodinville and came across an awesome neighborhood. He was awesome enough to model for me in the cold. Such a trooper.
I had an appointment the next day to get a tour of an art school I've been looking into, I didn't get any pictures of it because I was freezing to another level once I got there after an hour on the bus and what seemed like the longest walk ever. Sorry y'all. It went well though and the school was neat. After that my friend had hooked me up with a paid gig of shooting a live band called Afterwords. They were some of the nicest guys and their music was rad.
They had played with Sainthood Reps, Diamond Youth, Citizen and Polar Bear Club but I wasn't feeling well and I didn't know how long the buses were running and the house was an hour away via public transportation so I left after their set. The struggle. I got home safely and drank some tea to make me feel better. Whoever invented tea, I love you.
The NEXT day was my BIRTHDAY. Wooo! I turned 22 and I had lost my voice. I spent it watching Chuck, The Conjuring and cuddling with some of the cutest pups. It wasn't until later that night that my brother and his wife Viri arrived and we played some x-box uno and celebrated with pizza. I couldn't have asked for a cooler birthday despite of being sick. I'm not one to go out drinking/partying so to me, this was perfect.
The next day, sadly, I had to fly back home. Got a window seat again and took pictures like crazy.
When I got home, I had some delicious food that my mom made and later that night two of my friends and I went to go watch Catching Fire and IT WAS SO GOOD. My trip ruled and I already miss it. Especially that clean air and those mesmerizing trees I love so much. Until next time, Seattle!