Bainbridge Island

It’s been quite some time since I’ve written anything and not much has happened with my life aside from moving back to Seattle for an architectural position downtown. I haven’t had the chance to really gather my thoughts about Seattle and how much it’s changed due to my 9-6 work life (sometimes 9-8), but that’s a post for another day. In short, everything is expensive, everybody is an Amazon employee, and nobody uses an umbrella. Needless to say, it was refreshing to get away from the hectic urban routine and take a short day trip across Puget Sound to Bainbridge Island.


I suppose the prospect of being able to once again reconnect with the crisp Pacific Northwest air and live just miles away from the fabled mountain tops and evergreen forests was a factor in my decision to head out west. As a kid, I had fond memories of walking through the trails of Mount Rainier and Olympic National Park with my parents and wondering why nature was so big and why there were so many banana slugs on the ground. While this particular trip lacked any sort of wild banana slug encounters, the few hours I had walking through the foggy island certainly reminded me of some fond childhood memories. While the journey was cut short by unusually heavy rain and my friend’s potentially life-threatening case of hypothermia, it was still an enjoyable one all things considered.

Look what happens when you don’t wear GORE-TEX, Ruoqi

man i wish i could afford ACRNYM

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