At first, it felt cold and dark and green. I went to the grocery store at 10 o’clock at night. I was overwhelmed by all the stuff. Lots of plastic, lots of pasty white people. As I am driving my car around the same streets, I automatically revert to my other self. But the houses seem really big, the distances are huge just from Wallingford to Capitol Hill.
By Saturday I wasn’t cold anymore. The sun was shining. It was as if I was dreaming I was in Seattle on a beautiful spring day. I expected to wake up to the roosters and the birds and the band accompanying Jesus down the street any minute.
I’m having a lot of fun being a visitor for a week. Everyone is glad to see me. I wonder what the turn around time loop is for that. I could just keep shifting back and forth say every 4 months between Granada and Seattle and spend the whole time catching up with friends.