That's a nice and easy way of saying that I made it out of Astoria to a new and better place and I'm looking for work so I won't become homeless.
And I won't either.
You know, driving up and out of Astoria was something. The whole way I kept feeling like I was crawling out of a dirty, corrupt hole. When I hit the Bummertown-Seattle ferry I was feeling pretty cleaned up, but man, when that ferry docked in downtown Seattle, I felt home! Safe! Free!
I have a very few friends still living there that I will miss, but that's it. Most of the folks I knew there moved out well before I did. The biggest option you have in Astoria is to rot.
I'm excited to
be here now.
I'm confident.
(they had to hire two people to do the job I left behind!...she said, thumpin her chest.)
Wish me luck my friends.
And when I get settled in a couple of months, come and visit!!!!!
Smoochies
H
