Girl Walking's Blog
Jan. 11, 2009 at 4:30pm
I wander downtown and shock myself by getting lost because I don't recognize the condo units I'm walking past. In classic T-Town fashion, they are mostly empty. Somebody's idea gone to waste.
When did 6th ave. become the sort of place to have a spa? I'm relieved the appliance repair place is still there, surprised that Shakabrah Java is, miss Cafe WA. I'm nervous that Relo-kids are attempting to make my hometown into some sort of lil' Seattle. I sense the whiff of it, the tideflats covered beneath Glade's "vanilla sunrise".
I listen to Girl Trouble's "My Hometown" and double dog dare myself to start a blog about the bodega, the happening, the superfund site, this place that I hated as a teen and am fiercely loyal to.