I love you. I love your iconic images.
I love your stunning architecture.
I love your EMP (Experience Music Project)
and your Battlestar Galactica exhibit in the Sci-Fi Museum.
I love that I can take the monorail for $4 roundtrip.
I love your Pike Place Market. Oh, how I love this market.
I love that you understand how vitally important coffee is to the existence of the human race (or, at least, me).
I love that you can buy beautiful fresh flowers.
I love your quirkiness.
I love your ferry system and that for $7.10 we can take the ferry to Bainbridge Island and back, just to enjoy the ride.
I even love your gulls, though I doubt I would if I lived with them all the time.
Although my expectations were unattainably high for Archie McPhee, I still love this company and the fact that there's a giant sign on the outside of the building that says, "Less talk, more monkey."
I love it when your beauty shows up in unexpected places.
I love the Fremont neighborhood's sense of self-importance mixed with humor.
I love your rhododendrons. I have checked into adding some of these into my yard and have found that my alkaline soil has foiled me again. Sigh.
I can't tell you how much I love Theo Chocolates.
And, finally, I love your ocean.
Please don't worry about my departure. My plan to convince my friends and family to participate in a mass exodus from the Midwest into your gloriousness is afoot.