So, I decided I needed a change of pace back in the spring. Just felt kinda stuck, you know? Work was dragging, weather was blah back home. I started looking around online, thinking maybe a short trip. Seattle popped into my head. Never been there in spring, heard the rain wasn’t as bad as people say, maybe see some green.
Booking it was the first step. Found some okay-ish flights, nothing too crazy expensive which was nice. Then the hotel hunt started. Man, that took longer than I thought. Looked at downtown spots, then maybe something near a park? Ended up picking a place kinda near Capitol Hill. Seemed like a good vibe. Just clicked ‘book’ and hoped for the best. Packed light – everyone says layers, right? So I grabbed a raincoat, couple sweaters, usual stuff. Didn’t overthink it.
Getting There and Settling In
Flight was fine, standard airport shuffle. Got to Seattle, grabbed the light rail downtown. Pretty easy, actually. First impression? Grey. Yeah, it was drizzling. Not pouring, just that constant misty stuff. Found my hotel, checked in. Room was smaller than the pictures, always happens. Dropped my bag and just went walking. Needed to stretch my legs.
First few days felt like feeling things out. Walked everywhere. Down to Pike Place Market – yeah, it’s touristy, but you gotta see it once. Saw the fish throwing thing. Grabbed some coffee, obviously. It really is everywhere. Walked along the waterfront. Went up the Space Needle? Nah, decided against it. Lines were long, and honestly, I was more interested in just wandering the neighborhoods.
The “Training” Part
Here’s the thing I started calling my ‘Seattle Spring Training’ in my head. It wasn’t about sports or anything. It was the pace, the vibe. The constant drizzle some days wasn’t annoying, it was… calming? It forced me to slow down. You can’t really rush around frantically in that weather. You just kinda… go.
And the green! Seriously, everything was so intensely green. Even with the grey skies. It felt like nature was just pushing through, doing its thing regardless. That hit me harder than I expected. Back home, things felt stalled. Here, even the moss on the sidewalks seemed determined.
I spent a lot of time just sitting in coffee shops, watching people. Lots of tech folks, you can kinda tell. Reminded me of this project at work that’s been stuck forever because everyone’s got a different idea, different tool, nobody talking. Like that Bilibili setup someone mentioned once – Java here, Go there, C# somewhere else. A big jumble. Seeing all the focused energy here, even just people typing away on laptops, made me think. Maybe the ‘training’ was about realizing you just gotta push through the noise, pick a path and stick to it, like that moss.
- Walking in the drizzle without getting grumpy.
- Finding decent coffee that wasn’t crazy expensive.
- Just sitting and watching the city move.
- Realizing maybe ‘stuck’ is just a state of mind.
It wasn’t like some big revelation happened. More like a quiet reset. The trip didn’t magically solve anything back home, but it shifted my perspective. Felt less wound up when I got back. That slow, steady Seattle spring vibe, the green pushing through the grey – that was the training. Just gotta keep putting one foot in front of the other, even if it’s drizzling.
