When Lindsay came to visit me for her spring break (because she loves me more than any one else, or any place else), we spent a fairly sunny day hitting the tourist points.
Our first stop was the Space Needle, which you can see from the side of my building if not my own window, a short 1.5 mile downhill walk from my apartment. Lindsay had dressed nicely, while I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a blue marmot jacket. Flashes of Caitlin telling me that I am better than Seattle style came flooding into my brain, and I started apologizing to Lindsay about my poor attire.
"Yeah, I'm dressing more like you did last year, and you're dressing more like me last year," she told me. Uh oh.
As we walked, Lindsay noted that I no longer walk as fast.
"I used to have to push myself to keep up with you in New York. This is a nice pace."
"Well, we're all in less of a rush here," I told her, and it's true. I seem to have changed a lot, but possibly not for the better.
The next day, Lindsay, Ken and I piled in the mini and drove down to Oregon for some wedding cake tasting. While driving, Lindsay said, "You know what is the biggest difference between New York Ashley and Seattle Ashley?"
"Do tell!"
"You're nicer now."
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