I'm sitting on Carolyn's husband's leather couch which has been made into a bed for me. We didn't start here last night. We started at her place when I first landed, but looking at the Vogue Knitting Live website, we discovered I would be closer to the event at Andrew's apartment.
This is the problem. Vogue Knitting says they're in Seattle, but technically they aren't. Technically, they are outside of the city to the north, over the floating bridge and in Bellville.... Bellevue... No not Bellevue, that's a hospital in New York City.
From where I sit, I can hear the rain. Technically, I could skulk around here for the day until Andrew gets off work. I could walk down the road to cute cafés and such, walk in a different direction to a yoga studio, or hop a bus and get myself to Vogue Knitting and its marketplace.
Last time I was here I sort of avoided the bus. I was offered a chance to ride it with my suitcase and all of my traveling luggage. I don't know how much I've talked about my anxiety issues here, but being down laden like a pack mule or camel is actually what will set me into a panic attack. It took me a long time to realize that.
I would be in the supermarket holding my basket filled with juice, milk, cereal, eggs, and all of that weight on my arm would make my vision go a little wonky. I learned pretty fast to just get one of those super cute grocery carts that are two small baskets on top of each other. They are easy to maneuver, get in and out of tight spaces and only stick out about a foot and a half. Unlike the traditional grocery cart that gives you an entire car hood's growth off the front of your body and are impossible to parallel park.
So, as the sound of rain falling fills my ears, which I hear is the case for Seattle, I'm going to figure out how to dive into the hoards of knitters who have descended onto Seattle and find out what all this talk about Vogue Knitting Live is all about. Wish me luck with the bus and the crowds. Here's to holding off anxiety and having a day of adventure!