This just in: I’m tired of Capitol Hill

After years of orbiting Capitol Hill, I finally drew close enough to it to say with some plausibility that I live on it. All the good reasons to be here are still here, but it no longer seems charming to me. If I could somehow turn my apartment into a house with a yard and lower rent…

Rent. Rent must be the lowest adventure-per-dollar deal one can make. Even though I can now afford rent that would have made me squeamish a few years ago, I find now that it is quite frustrating when I’m accustomed to more disposable income (and room for my feeling-based accounting methods).

I think I’m ready to share a house again. (Heh, but I have also sworn of roommates in the past.) Maybe it’s time to live in the Artist’s Republic. And one day, I’ll say casually that I’ve lived in a brownstone, I’ve lived in the ghetto, I’ve lived all over this town.

Author: Gary

Writer and editor living in Seattle.