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My Love for Seattle Freeze

Friendly. Outgoing. Cheerful. These are certain characteristics a person needs to make friends easily. Like a breeze. Really. So how come, one year in Seattle and I find myself friendless. Well, not friendless per se but more like I haven’t made any new friends. Which would’ve bothered some people. But I’m pretty unfazed by it. I am just merely stating an observation.

Now, not that I never made connections. Interactions at work did help with making connections. I mean casual conversations did build some foundation and unearthed some common interests. But it didn’t really escalated to anything other than that – casual conversations and polite interactions. I find it interesting that new transplants do have an issue with making quick friendships here in Seattle – unless they actually move here with someone or they already know people here. Starting new friendships can be difficult in a new City for sure but in Seattle, it seems like an effort.

I keep on coming back to when I was based in San Diego. It was damn right easy to make friends. To be honest, I almost didn’t have to try. San Diegans are very welcoming. I remembered my first week on a job there and almost instantly I was invited to a party happening that weekend. San Diegans are a lot more inclusive. Groups and cliques are very common. You just get invited to get togethers, potlucks, parties. You just feel included. Like I said, one person doesn’t even have to try hard to make those connections, you just have to make sure that you show up to where you got invited to. Seattle is definitely not like that.

New transplants to the city will definitely agree that Seattleites are nice and definitely polite. But for some reason, it doesn’t extend to anything more than that. Like it almost feel superficial. The term Seattle Freeze gets thrown around, something to blame really why new transplants have a hard time making new friends. This is a touchy subject. And why wouldn’t it be? I mean it definitely paints Seattleites in such a negative light – cold, distant, disinterested, flaky. I for sure don’t want to be described that way. But I really don’t think that that is the case. I don’t see locals as cold, distant, disinterested or flaky. They just do their own thing and they are comfortable with that.

And that is why I feel right at home in Seattle. I have read of Seattle Freeze before. Came across it during my research prior to moving here. Articles and videos alike. But the social phenomenon really didn’t deter me from moving here. I wanted to be in the city where no one knows me. There is something so freeing about that. And the longer I can keep my life as noisy free as possible is definitely a temptation.

I did say that I am friendly, outgoing and cheerful. I am those and for making a good impression, those characteristics are imperative. But to be honest, I kind of adapted those characteristics living in San Diego. The city forced me to be more open because the city itself demanded it from me. San Diego is a very social city and I kind of adapted to that lifestyle. And out of habit, those characteristics tend to be on the forefront when I interact with people.

If I am being honest though, I am very introverted and a loner. Despite my adaption to the San Diego social scene, I prefer to be alone. Solitude is always my preference. Even my hobbies are solitary – reading, writing, journaling. So, moving to Seattle has been a breath of fresh air. Knowing nobody in Seattle sang to my introverted soul. And for the most part people in Seattle just leave you alone. San Diego was great but damn, a skill in small talks is crucial and I am not a fan of them. But in Seattle, you really don’t have to. It’s socially acceptable to have your headphones in the bus and just be in your own world. You can sit alone in a coffee shop, read if you want, hammer your fingers on your laptop, sip your coffee and just watch people and you can be rest assured that no one will ever bother you. Seattleites are more like that, they like doing things alone, they’re comfortable with it, and that is definitely something different than what I was used to.

So for the last year, that’s all I’ve been doing really. Getting lost in my own world. It felt really great to not have social obligations. I mean sure, I am expected to still be social at work but it doesn’t really go beyond that. And that is a drug on its own. Knowing that I can be invited to a happy hour and say no without much guilt after. I like knowing that once I leave work, I can just put my headphones on, listen to music and read in the bus on the way home. Or listen to an audiobook and get lost in that world. And no one will disturb you.

Being a loner naturally had its disadvantages. I have been described as cold, distant, disinterested and flaky. Familiar? Oh yeah. Is true? Definitely not. I filter people, I don’t gravitate to social interactions and it takes time for me to warm up to someone. You can talk to my real friends – the friends who’ve known me for years – and they will tell you that it definitely took time to get to know me. And the way I see it, Seattleites are the same. It just takes time. Some locals even say that new transplants just need to be patient and the friendship will ultimately bloom naturally. For all I know that could be true. I don’t plan on finding out really, not much need really. I personally feel that I have more than enough true friends to last me a lifetime.

Today Marks the Year

For the past week or so, I have been scouring my brain for the best post to celebrate the one year anniversary of our move here to this State. It’s odd that I can’t seem to find the words about one of the biggest decisions we have made in our lives.

So, I decided to just stick to the basics.

We still live in the same apartment. We just renewed the lease actually. I am not saying that this place is perfect, I do think that we still need a bigger place. This place still doesn’t have enough storage space or counter space. 1 year in and we still have 3 boxes of books unpacked. I still want an actual workspace. I love doing work on the dining table but an actual work table would be great. But regardless of the apartment’s shortcomings, I love coming home to this little place. This is our place. All the things in here scream us. From the bookshelves. To the shoes. To the soaps. Down to the clutter. It’s all ours.

I finally left the corporation that I was working for. Ten years and I finally got the courage to leave. And honestly, if we didn’t move, I wouldn’t have left. But, here I am now working for a young company. And I love it. It’s sort of a start-up lab and I really enjoy being part of the team to establish the company here in the US. Oh, and I am now walking among the living. Traded my overnight job of a 9 to 5 grind. Finally.

I finally ditched my car. Well not really. I still have my car but I chose to take the bus to work now. Well, I guess I can drive to work if I wanted to, I can be at work in about 30 minutes. But it only takes me 40 minutes to get to work by bus. The 10-minute difference is not that bad. Can’t complain at all. I don’t have to deal with traffic myself. I just sit on the bus. And then I don’t have to deal with looking for parking. I work downtown so parking can be very interesting. So the bus is definitely an advantage.

Since I moved, I finally get to read more. I know, I could’ve made the time to read in San Diego. But since I am taking the bus now to and from work, I am able to read more. I tend to not read at home. House chores. Doggie cuddles. Netflix or Crunchyroll. Being at home can be distracting to my reading. So the commute definitely gave me the much-needed reading time. I am still not reading as much as I want but I can’t really complain when I’m already on book 26 for this year.

So do I think this move was a success?

I think so. San Diego was great but I always felt out of place. Regardless of the fact that my friends and my family are far away, and I do miss them dearly, but this city felt like home from the very first time I visited. I personally don’t regret the move.

The Foodie and Allergies

I am not picky with food, I mean I won’t say no to any good food. Sure I might not eat some dishes – anything with exotic ingredients is a no go – but generally, I enjoy and love food.

I like eating out, I like cooking. I love food. And I am lucky that I get to enjoy food the way I want to.

Until recently –

This might be a little TMI to share on the net but if this episode didn’t happen, I wouldn’t have met up with an allergist.

For the past year or so – maybe a couple of years or more – my skin had been a real problem. I get super itchy at times and my skin breaks in rashes. I thought it was the weather. Dry skin, stress, blah blah blah. But in a not so distant past or I should just say early last month, my skin got horrible. One day I was fine, the next day I wasn’t.

It started on my face – swollen and red. Then scalp got super dry and very aggravated. Then my skin. I was covered in rashes. I was miserable. I was struggling with itchiness and not scratching it.

I went to see a dermatologist, she said that it might be eczema but the fact that I never had it when I was kid almost ruled out that possibility. She suggested an allergist. She didn’t want to start treating me for any skin condition if the rashes and everything else were triggered by allergy. But she did say to stop using anything that has fragrances. And she prescribed me some strong steroid cream to calm my skin down.

That next week, I saw an allergist. I had some blood work done. We found out that I am vitamin D deficient, which could be a factor why I am itching so much. I am allergic to dust, some trees and pollen, cat and dogs – I have two dogs so that’s a bummer. It was also confirmed that I am in fact allergic to some shellfish – well the crustacean side anyway, so shrimp, lobster, crab. I am also allergic to eggs, milk, wheat, almonds, soy and peanuts.

So my allergist and I agreed that an elimination experiment on my diet is in order. Giving up my dogs was not an option, so eliminating allergens out of my diet was the way to go. Aside from shellfish, which I had stopped eating when I was in my early 20’s, all the other food allergies I have is in my diet pretty much everyday. The past three weeks had been tough. Some of the food that I like to eat and some of my favorite food in fact contains those allergens.

It has been an interesting journey. I have been reading labels ever so diligently, actively avoiding some of my favorite foods, not eating out too much, and accepting the fact that I probably won’t be able to enjoy food as much as I used to. My diet had to change drastically and I understand that I have to choose whole food now and actually have to cook my food at home.

I told Chris that I’m still deciding if knowing my allergens is a good thing or not. But the results have been amazing. Since I had stopped eating food with these allergens, my skin had recovered nicely. No more rashes, no more itchiness. And I’m pretty sure the no fragrance thing helped out a lot too. The only thing that I am having trouble now is breathing since I have environmental allergies as well. But that is another story and I have an inhaler for that.

And now a dilemma rises.

How do I go about writing about food if I can’t eat most of them?

The Readathon That Failed.

Cindy, a reader that I’m following on YouTube, decided to host a readathon last month. The Asian Readathon. She had designed the readathon to be pressure free and somewhat lazy and after the video announcement, I agreed. Cindy had even provided a list of books for participant – including a list of books that will knock out four challenges (there were only five challenges in total).

I normally don’t get tempted to participate in readathons. Why? I have a problem with sticking to a TBRs. Sticking to a reading list had always been a difficult task for me. But I wanted to participate. I mean read one or two books that could satisfy four challenges and then read the group book. Total of 3 books a month, not difficult.

I prepared a non complicated TBR – 1 manga, 2 books. And I also prepared some back up books. Just in case I decided that I don’t want to read anything on the original TBR. Perfect.

Day 1 – I read 2 mangas – volume 1 of Tokyo Ghoul and Gantz. I don’t even know why decided to read 2 mangas when I know that reading even just 1 manga would KO 3 of the reading challenges. Whatever. My first day was good. And I felt like I was on a roll. I even read the first 2 short stories from the group book – A Thousand Beginnings and Endings.

Day 2 – picked up Afterworlds by Scott Westerfeld to satisfy the challenge of reading a book that features an Asian intersectional character. I don’t even know if this counted since obviously Scott Westerfeld is not Asian. But I figured, why not, this book still features an Asian character in the LGBT community. To me, that counted. Anyway, tackled this book in tandem – physical book and audiobook. I mean, this book definitely caught my attention and I couldn’t put it down. I finished this book at the end of week 1.

Strong right? I really felt that I was on the right track. I mean what could go wrong? I only needed to finish the group book if I want to succeed this readathon.

Then the worst thing happened – READING SLUMP.

I couldn’t pick up a book after reading Afterworlds. I got invested to the story and I can’t seem to forget it. I tried reading some of the stories in the group book. Which I did succeed but there are stories that I had to skip just to get to the ones that interested me. It was horrible.

For the next couple weeks, I struggled hard to pick up a book, anything at that point. And nothing kept my interest. It was bad. I was pretty disappointed in myself really. I mean how could this have happened on the easiest readathon ever! I had no choice – I DNF’d the group book.

The moral of the story: Roma can’t do readathons. It would just end in disappointment.





Currently Reading: A Trail Through Time (The Chronicles of St. Mary’s) by Jodi Taylor