My Own Piece of Heaven

I have not had much to write lately. Don't know why . . . maybe it is the result of having a very slow social life, nothing exciting happening. Well I guess that is not totally true. I have plenty to write about, just not in some witty, impressive way. Here is a topic of recent conversation with the parents. . . Wanting to be less transient. I hate having to move all over. I want to settle down into my own place and grow a little garden, get a pet, entertain, set down roots. But alas, I don't want to set down those roots in Utah. I refuse. Anyone who knows me knows that I always bring up Seattle on dates, because a big red flag for me is a dislike of Seattle and Washington in general or if the guy wants to stay in Utah for the rest of his life. All big no-no's. I want to regrow my webbed feet in the future, have wonderful rainy, aka not snowy, winter days and beautiful summer days that never go past the low 90s, except for one week in late July or early August. I want to find a little condo or home of my own. One I can decorate, paint, make uber hipster. One that defines me! But I can't do all I want until I put down roots. Can't wait. I even have a little place in mind. I can see it in my head, feel it in my excitement. Soon . . . So Soon . . . My own little peace of heaven here I come.