pike's place market (memoir snippet - july, 2023)
It's July, I haven't been laid off from my job yet, and it is an unseasonably warm day in Seattle, Washington. I'm still wearing long pants - I was envisioning a moody, noir film city shrouded in fog, a view my over-detailed daydreaming of Twin Peaks doesn't do anything to soothe. We're supposed to visit the real deal later this week, a lovely little town with the diner still intact. But that's for when we leave the city, and my mom still has meetings to go to, so I am left to fantasize of cherry pie as my dad, my sister and I step out of the hotel and stroll down towards the waterfront, lattes in hand and the salty air in our noses. Seattle is nothing if not in love with coffee - even the monolith of caffeine addictions, Starbucks, was founded here - and everyone has an espresso machine at the least. I've already had at least three types of lavender mocha, and each sip motivates me as we wander off to find the Pike's Place Market. My mom has told me ...