City Planning.
I am a city planning student. People in Seattle are very hands-on conversationally, and sometimes they ask what I’m doing here, so I tell them. And they always say the same thing: “Oh, good! We really need some city planners around here!”
Needless to say, this is madness, but you can’t just go tell them that. “Oh, I know, I hate it here, the buses run in a super-fast magic tunnel and then go directly onto the interstate where they take about 30 seconds to bring you from one end of the city to the other. It’s the worst. And not having to sort your recycling — I hate it! My favorite activity is having thirty recycling bins in the kitchen. And how do you deal with all these trees and flowers everywhere and beautiful, quiet, traffic-free streets and stunning views on every fucking corner and never being more than 20 minutes from hiking/skiing/being on a boat/Canada and general climate of pleasant liberalism.
God, what a hellhole. A popular topic is the traffic, which is funny, because there isn’t any. I mean, sure, I came here from New York, but these people are idiots. The highways are practically empty and if they’re not, nobody drives on the street anyway. And even then people have the audacity to let me merge in front of them. The bastards.
